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Chapter 1 - Hot

The room was hot, hotter than it should have been. The air seemed to be on the fritz, which was something that never happened in Malfoy Labs… unless he wanted it to.

Hermione lifted her hair off her neck, wrapping her curls up against her scalp, so she could run her hand along the back of her neck to clear off the moisture.

“It’s warm in here,” she said it more to the room than to Draco, as she let her hair fall back into its place, resting along her shoulders.

“Hmm,” he replied, pretending disinterest as he watched her squirm in her seat, causing her pencil skirt to rise slightly with the movement.

“Do you think you could do something about it? Your wards don’t allow me to use magic in here.” She tugged at the front of her shirt, pulling Draco’s eyes down to where it stretched tight against her breast. He liked the shirt he gave her to wear today was too tight, the skirt shorter than she liked, but it was about what he liked, and he loved it when she strained against her seams and flashed him with every bend.

“Volatile potions, Granger. No magic allowed,” he leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled. “Hence, hiring an assistant who was well versed in Muggle ways.” He leaned forward now, resting his elbows on the desk. “How would one cool themselves without magic?”

“A cold drink,” She squirmed again, the skirt went another inch up her thigh.

“No drinks near my precious books.” He got to his feet, moving to stand in front of his desk. “I would think you would know better.” Slowly, he undid the cuffs of each sleeve and rolled them up to his elbows. “You could—” he reached for his collar, and loosened his tie, before undoing the top button. “Loosen up.” A slow smirk covered his face.

He watched her throat move as she swallowed. His magic made the room a bit hotter. The sweat showed on her lip as she licked it. “That would be rather inappropriate.” This time, she pulled her hair up and pinned it there with her unusable wand, fanning herself with her free hand.

“I don’t think you’re boss will mind in this circumstance.” He undid another button. “No need to suffer, Granger.”

After another moment, the heat became too much and Hermione caved, letting the top button of her blouse come loose, then the second. She pulled the book in front of her, her quill, and attempted to take another note, but found herself wiping the sweat from her brow.

“I believe more needs to be undone,” Draco said, staying where he was, leaning against the front of his desk, ankles crossed. Her assistant's desk faced out to the rest of the office, her side facing him as she turned her body to face him further.

“Yes,” she licked her lips, “It is hard to concentrate when it’s so warm.” She undid another button, exposing the rather unnecessarily sexy bra under a work blouse; it was lace, with half cups and leather straps that ran along the top swell of her full breasts.

“More, Granger.” He pushed off his desk to feign giving her privacy. Moving to the bar by the window, he started to prepare drinks as he watched her in the reflection of the window.

She stalled on the last button where her blouse was tucked into her skirt and began to turn back to her notes.

“I said, more.” The only response was a release of breath from Granger, and the ice cube from the drink he was making clinking into the glass. In the reflection, Draco watched her fingers move to her waist to pull her shirt out from the confines of her skirt.

When she got to her feet and let it fall from her arms to pool around her red bottom heels, he turned to face her, both drinks in his hands.

“A drink should also help,” he held out the gin and tonic to her. With a shy smile, she turned toward him and took it. A slow sip filled her mouth, while his eyes devoured every inch of her body.

Her breasts swollen and heavy in her tantalizing bra, her tight waist was exscentuated by her high-waisted pencil skirt, and her hips were perfectly curved, waiting to be gripped.

“Thank you, it does help.” She moved back to her seat, placing her drink on the table, and a small chuckle he knew was because the drink was next to his precious books.

He downed the rest of his drink and placed the glass on the edge of the bar before placing a hand on her chair and spinning it so she was facing him.

She gave a small gasp when he spun her, a little chuckle as she fixed herself in her seat.

“I don’t think you're done just yet.” Draco moved to kneel in front of her, his large, long hands landing on each of her nylon-clad thighs. “These must be hot.” He ran his fingers slightly up her thigh to the hem of her skirt, before looking up at her with a raised brow.

Once the shock of the touch cleared from her mind, she nodded slightly and bit her lip. “Yes, um, yes, they are rather warm.”

“Well, we don’t want that, do we?” He pushed his hands further under her skirt, letting it rise with his movements. His eyes stayed on her’s checking in to see if she wanted this. What he found was ever so pleasing.

As his hands moved further up her thighs, she leaned slightly back in her chair, her mouth opened just enough to show her pleasure, and her legs slightly parted.

He let his fingers widen, his thumbs tracing the inside of her legs until he reached the lace at the top of her thigh highs. Moving his body closer, he pushed her knees wider so he could fit between them.

Hermione sat up, “Draco–”

“Shh, love, we are just cooling you off.” His left hand moved to her right leg, both hands gripping the top of her stocking to roll it down slowly. As he did, he lifted her leg, sliding off her heel, and then her stocking. “Hmm, I like these heels on you.”

“They were a lovely gift, thank you.”

He moved to her left leg, and repeated the same action of sliding off her stocking, and removing her heel, but this time he slid her foot onto his shoulder, leaned in, and placed a kiss on the inside of her ankle.

“Draco!” She tugged her ankle away, but his fingers tightened around it, holding it in place.

“Be a good girl, Granger.” He looked toward her, but his mouth continued to travel up her leg while he pushed his body further between her legs. “Let me cool you down.” His mouth left a lingering kiss on the inside of her knee, as he pushed her right leg wider with his other hand, then tapped on the inside of her knee. “This one, up, love.”

“We really shouldn’t–” Her protest was cut off by his mouth pressing a hot, wet kiss against the lace that covered her core. The panties matched the bra. A lace gusset with leather straps that crossed high over her hips.

He pressed a deeper kiss, pulling her left leg full over his shoulder and holding it against him to aid in the pressure of his kiss. All it took was one more tap of his hand to her right leg for her to hike up her skirt so it piled in her lap, and place her right leg over his other shoulder.

He sank into her with a feral growl, moving the lace panties out of the way with his teeth, tongue, and nose to gain access to her cunt.

His tongue slid up the length of her, slow and skillful in his movements. Her response was to grip his platinum strands and pull him even closer. He greedily complied; tongue moving up and down at a slow pace until her legs were shaking, and she was begging him for more.

“Tell me what you need?” He whispered against her flushed, hot skin, small kisses against her clit had her jerking against her.

“More– more off–”

“Of what, love, this?” He bent in and wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking it into his mouth, letting it go with a pop, and flicking it with his tongue.

“Fuck, yes, more–”

Draco returned his mouth to her clit, licking and sucking, but it was when he let his finger trace her entrance that she threw her head back and pulled tighter on his strands. By the time he added a second finger, filling her more than she usually allowed, she was squeezing his head with her knees and calling him every name in the book before she fell over that pleasure crest with a scream, letting her arousal cover his tongue.

He licked her until the shaking stopped, and he could slowly lower her legs. “Good girl, Granger. Best one yet.” With a smile and wandless magic, he let a cool breeze run over her feverish body, and she sighed against it.

With a smile on his face, he moved back to his desk. “I will expect those notes by five, Granger. You are paid handsomely to get your work done.”

“Of course, sir.” She pushed her curls behind her ear, toed her heels back on, and went back to her notes, nipples hard, skirt still up around her waist, panties soaked, and Draco leaned back in his chair and watched.

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“Good morning, Granger,” Draco said, not looking up from his desk as Hermione entered the room. He knew what he would see if he looked up. Eyes searching the room for her outfit of the day, a beautiful satin dressing robe wrapped around her, her hair down around her shoulders in loose curls.

At the beginning of their contract, he made it clear she would come in as a clean slate each morning, and so far she had followed through. With a nonchalant wave of his wand, he fogged the glass of the windows in his office to hide her from wandering eyes. Though no one else worked on this floor, and he was high above ground level, he wasn’t willing to take the chance she would be seen by anyone he didn’t expressly approve of.

“Some of your clothing is on the desk. You may dress in what is there,” he said, the sound of the quill on parchment the only response. Her bare feet were quiet as she walked over to the desk.

When he heard the rustling of her dressing gown hit the floor, he let his eyes lift from the page. Her body was a masterpiece, every curve made to fit his hands, his mouth, and his cock perfectly.

Today's bra was a half-cup red lace, with a bow that tied across the top of her breast. “Leave it untied, I will tie it for you.”

Her fingers stalled, and she dropped the ribbon. “Yes, of course, sir.” She had gotten better about calling him sir and listening when he told her something the first time, but he could see the little defiant gleam in her eye, and it made his cock dance.

“Good girl,” he licked his lips, and she rolled her eyes. She would learn to love the praise, he knew she would. “Panties next.”

She held up the small lace thong, a tiny gusset, and ribbons.” I don’t–” she turned toward him. “I don’t know how to put this on.”

Draco rose to his feet and moved to the front of his desk, leaning against it. It was his favorite place to admire her from. “Would you like assistance?” He smirked as she turned to him with a huff. He knew she wanted to tell him off, but she swallowed it down.

“Yes, please.”

“Yes, please… ?”

“Yes, please, sir,” she ground out the last bit through her teeth, so reluctant to give in when she so obviously loved it.

“Good girl, come here.” He waited until she stopped in front of him before slowly reaching for the bow at her breast and tying it; the long ribbons hung down the front of her body. “I’ll take the bottoms, turn around.”

She handed him the bottoms and spun, her hands slapping down at her sides, annoyed. His chuckle made her shiver. She was being difficult today, and he was enjoying it more than he should

“Spread your legs.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, her mouth in a small O, before she turned to face him. He raised his hand to stop her incoming rant.

“Granger, we have been doing this for a week now. You had ample options to revise our contract. I apologize that your imagination did not cover all of the depraved things I enjoy doing to you, but the contract is sealed with blood magic. Your parents are getting unlimited funds for their memory restoration care, and you are getting paid even more on top, live in a penthouse with unlimited allowances, and get new clothing every day.” He stood, gripped her hips, and turned her around, ignoring her small gasp. Moving closer to her, his foot slid between her feet, and he pushed her legs open wider than necessary. “Behave, or you will like tomorrow even less.”

Her whole body shivered as he stepped slightly back, one hand reached around her hip, and pulled the front of the knickers through her open legs, the material skimmed across her bare cunt, as he placed it against her skin. “Hold this here.”

She held the front of the gusset against her skin, while he pulled the ribbon on each side of it around her back, holding it with one hand to her spine. He lifted the back thong piece, pulling it between the cheeks of her bottom. She shifted at the feeling. “Stay still,” he pulled it a bit tighter, grinning to himself as he slid the two ribbons through the loop at the top of the back, and tied it into a bow. The long ribbons fell over each swell of her arse like a beautiful present.

“Beautiful,” He stepped away and moved to go back to his seat. “I will need that ingredient report by noon.”

“Draco! This–this is not enough clothing.” She turned to him, all wrapped up in silk bows, hands on her hip, an angry, feisty little present. “I need a skirt, a blouse, what if someone comes in!”

“I have no appointments today, as my assistant, you should know that.”

“Drac–”

“Sir.” He said, stopping and tapping his fingers on the desk. “Enough, go to your desk. I need a list of all the red plants that could color our new love potion. Now.”

She opened her mouth a few times as if to continue to argue before letting out a breath. “Yes, sir,” she spat the word, but moved back to her desk and aggressively pulled out her quill and her parchment.

After an hour of her squirming with her bare arse against the wooden chair he had magicked to be colder than necessary, she got to her feet with her list. “Done, sir.”

“Good, bring it here.”

Hermione slowly moved to the side of his desk and held out the parchment. He took it from her fingers, and when she moved to walk back, he gripped her wrist.

“I forgot a part of your outfit today. Sit while I get it, and review this.”

She looked around, “Sit where?”

Draco sighed.

“Sir– sit where, sir.” She said, not needing more than the sigh to prompt her this time. “There is no chair.”

Draco flicked his wrist, and a red pillow landed next to his chair on the floor. “Only good girls get chairs, and you are not being very good today, Granger. Sit.”

Hermione sank onto the pillow, pulling her feet to her side. Draco stood and moved behind her, a long, red, thick ribbon in his hand.

“Sir?” she asked, looking up at him from under her thick lashes. Her breasts rising in a falling in her size too small bra.

“The rest of your outfit,” he pulled it between both his hands, and slid it across her eyes. “A blindfold.” He whispered into her ear as he tied it tightly, blocking out the light.

Hermione gapsed, her fingers lightly touching the fabric. “How–how will I do my work, sir?”

“Not to worry.” He ran his fingernails along her shoulders, and she shivered at the contact. “Keep your hands behind you, do not move from that spot.”

Draco moved back to his seat, but before he started to go over his list, he magicked a feather to tease her breasts while he read through what she had written down.

“Strawberries would make it taste good as well, do you agree?” he asked with a smile in his voice as she shook from the feather against her skin, her nipples peeked against the fabric of her bra.

“Ye–yes, sir.”

“Open your legs,” he waited for her to fight, but she slowly shifted so she was on her knees, her bottom on the pillow, and her legs open. He lifted his wand and magicked another feather to tease between her legs. She gasped as she felt it start working.

He went back to the list, asking her questions while she fought the feeling of the feathers, clearly experiencing higher arousal due to the blindfold.

Draco got to his feet and walked around her slowly. Her head turned toward the sound of his steps. “Trying to find me, love.”

“Yes, sir.”

Draco chuckled. A quick spell multiplied his steps and duplicated all of his sounds. He watched the surprise cover her face as she realized she had no idea where he was, or if they were alone.

He undid the zipper of his pants. “Do you know that sound?”

She licked her lips, her head tilting in thought as the feathers continued to tease her. “A zipper, sir.”

“Very good. So smart you are.” His feet stopped in front of her, but she still tilted her head left and right, trying to find him.

He pulled his now hard cock out of his pants and stroked it gently, waiting for her to turn her head straight again. When she did, he lightly ran the head of his cock against her lip. The precum coated them. She froze, her mouth opening a bit, shocked.

“Tell me what is on your lips.”

She licked them slowly, pulling the taste back into her mouth. “It’s your…arousal.”

“Very good.” He pressed forward again, and she let her mouth open. “Mmm, such a perfect present, all wrapped up for me. Such a perfect fit.” His hand moved into her hair. Gripping it tightly, he pulled out and tilted her head back. “Just needs one more bow.” With wandless magic, he made the ribbons from her thong tie her wrists against her bottom.

“Sir,” She licked her lips nervously, her body shivered, her panties were a darker color due to how wet she was.

“Relax your jaw,” he let his finger run along her jaw and waited for her to let out a breath, and relax. “Perfect.” He rubbed his cock against her lips and pushed in. “Ready, love?”

She let out a breath through her nose and gave a slight nod. Draco’s hand tightened on her hair, and he angled her throat just the way he wanted it. He didn’t take his time letting her adjust; he was so large he knew she would need to breathe soon, so he moved with a relentless pace, filling the back of her throat, enjoying the drool out of the side of her mouth, the tears that soaked through the blindfold “So fucking perfect,” Three more thrusts and he pulled out, letting her gasp for air, and swallow. “Again, this time you’ll swallow.”

He stoked himself, waiting for her to control her breathing and her slight nod before he entered her mouth again. This time, he watched his throat stretch to accommodate his size, and when he felt his balls tighten and that feeling low in his abdomen, he pulled back enough that his cum could cover her tongue and she could drink it down.

Once the last bit dripped into her mouth, he pulled out. “Very good. You did so well.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. Reaching behind her, he undid her blindfold, letting it fall to the floor. When she blinked up at him with wild lust in her eyes. He knew he would play this game with her again.

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It had been a few weeks since Hermione started working for Draco, in a rather bizarre series of events. She didn’t regret it; she was glad her parents were getting the care they needed, but it was—different. She was different.  She didn’t dislike the things he did to her, or made her do, and that might have been the worst part of it all. She enjoyed it. With Harry and Ron, she had always had to be the one to make the choices, to be in charge, to be leaned on, but with Draco, she only needed to do as she was told.

He had dressed her in a simple white lace set, a skirt very similar to that of Hogwarts, but much, much shorter. A white blouse that was a size too small per his usual preference, and some red bottom heels. When he first started dressing her, she felt silly and even a bit exposed, until she saw that look in his eyes, the way he licked his lips as he took her in, like she was a piece of art made just for him.

“I do think it’s at the bottom of the chest, love.” He called from the front of his desk, where he always stood to watch her. She rolled her eyes, knowing he couldn’t see it.

He had enlarged the chest she was searching through, forcing her to bend over the edge to reach the bottom. On the tips of her toes, bent almost in half, her skirt lifted enough that she knew she was on full display through her white panties that were damp with arousal. She could feel the slight breeze from the open window against her skin.

She knew he added lust dust, an arousal potion of Malfoy Labs creation, into her coffee and afternoon tea. Her core had been clutching on to air all afternoon, and it had her squirming against her chair all day for the slightest bit of friction.

“Sir, it’s not here,” She said, her voice muffled as she stretched a bit more, her foot coming off the floor to lift slightly up behind her. She heard the sound of his zipper and knew he was touching himself to the sight.

He didn’t seem to stop when there was a knock at the door. “Come in.” He called, and Hermione popped up, turning and pushing her skirt down. He raised a brow at her, but turned to face the person closing the door as they entered the room.

“Am I early?” Theo asked, looking around the room. He caught sight of Granger and gave her a big smile. “Hullo, Hermione. Looking lovely as always.”

“Theo,” She smiled back, a blush coloring her cheeks. “Good to see you.” She pushed her skirt down again.

“We should go over that contract quickly, then we can grab dinner,” Draco said, grabbing both of their attention. Theo moved into the room, leaned down, and kissed Draco quickly on the lips before sitting on his desk. Draco wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m not your boyfriend.”

“Sure, whatever you say, dear.” Theo batted his eyes and pulled the paper toward him, looking at the contract Draco was working on.

Hermione figetted, knowing she couldn’t move unless Draco allowed it. “Keep looking, Granger. We will need that Pheniox feather before we leave, or the potion will spoil.”

Her jaw dropped, her eyes looking to Theo and then back to Draco. He simply smiled at her. Theo caught the smile and turned to look at Hermione. “Don’t stop on my account.” He shrugged and looked back down at the contract.

He couldn’t be serious? She knew he was seeing–fucking–whatever Theo, but she never imagined he would become part of this game.

“Go on, Granger,” Draco said. A flick of his wand made a breeze brush her skirt up like she had stepped on a fan, and she hastily pushed it down with a sigh as Draco and Theo laughed.

She spun and started to lean over the chest. She had yet to be on the end of whatever punishments the contract allowed, and she was not eager to find out what they were, just yet.

“I think she forgot something, no?” Theo said, causing her to stop and look over her shoulder. Theo was sitting on the arm of Draco’s chair, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Mmm, in fact, she did.” He raised a brow at her in question.

She thought about it for only a moment before saying, “Yes, sir,” and turning back to the chest. Reluctantly, and slowly, she bent over the edge of the chest.

“Hmm, I don’t think that will do,” Draco said.

She braced herself, bending over a bit more to try and appease him, but she felt his magic slide across her skin, and then the bare breeze run across her exposed cunt. She gasped.

“Don’t do it–” he said, as he caught her flinch to stand. “Good girls, don’t get panties. Keep looking.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, muffled from the chest. How embarrassing, here she was fully exposed to not only Draco but Theodore Nott, whom she had only seen sparingly since she started working for Draco. She licked her lips and squirmed as the thought rooted into her mind; she realized she was becoming even more aroused. She felt the small pulse in her core, letting her know it wanted to be filled, and she wondered if they could see it.

“It is quite nice,” Theo said, and Hermione heard the clinking of ice in his glass.

“I told you, you would find it appealing.”

“I think this will work out well.”

Hermione wasn’t sure if they were talking about the view or the contract they were going over, so she stretched a bit further to reach the far corner, but still nothing. She swore that the damn thing wasn’t even in here, and then her fingers grazed it. Stretching as far as she could, the wood digging into her hip, she finally gripped it.

Excited, she spun around, holding up the feather, to find both of them at the mixing table where Draco was working on a new potion for increased sperm count. Draco was standing over the cauldron with his wand, mixing the ingredients while Theo sat back in a chair watching her.

“Excellent work, love, bring it here,” Draco said, and she happily moved over to him, holding it out. He took it with a smile. “Sit while I finish this.”

She looked around and didn’t want to make the wrong assumption, “At my desk, sir?”

“I think right here works well,” Theo said, patting his thick broom thigh.

She shifted uneasily from foot to foot. She was soaked and naked under her skirt; she would clearly mark his pants. He would feel it! “Oh, um, I—”

Draco looked up from the cauldron. “Do as Theo says, Granger.” She knew by the look on his face and the raise of his brow that this was not up for discussion. “I know you are thinking through your contract, and I assure you, I can pass my control to Theo, and Theo only. It was in section thirty-three point seven.” He grinned. He knew she never read the whole thing, which had become abundantly clear over the last few weeks.

“Sit, before he gets angry, darling.” Theo slapped his thigh again and then opened his hands for her. She sat down, at the very edge of his thigh, her bottom just touching him. “Not like that.” He chuckled, gripped her hips, and pulled her back so she was solidly on his thigh. He wiggled it between her legs. It felt so good after being bent over that chest for so long.

“I think this will only take a few minutes,” Draco continued talking about the potion, how it would work, what it had in it, and the antidote, but she wasn’t paying attention. Theo had started bouncing his leg, up and down.

She bit her lip to hold in the moan from the pleasant friction. Theo let his large arm wrap around her front and pulled her back against his hard, sculpted chest. Pinned there, his arm a heavy weight against her breast, his other hand pulled her hip back, and he lifted his knee to press tightly against her.

“She’s soaked,” He said, it was a whisper, but Draco heard it, spinning around to lean against the table he was working on.

“That means the lust dust is working well. Do you find yourself extra aroused, Granger?”

She swallowed down her embarrassment. “Yes, sir.”

“I don’t think it would be fair to leave you like that for the night.” He looked at his watch.

She knew their contract ended at seven; after that, she was free of playing her part. He had three twenty-four-hour shifts he could request per month. He had yet to use one, but it was half past six, and she could see the gears in his mind deciding if this was the night he wanted to use it.

“It’s alright, sir.” She moved to sit up, but Theo pinned her down again, his hand on her hip sliding down her thigh.

“I didn’t say you could get up, and it’s not seven yet,” Draco said, eyes sharp as he watched Theo behind her. He stroked his cock through his pants; she could see it straining the fabric. '“Lift her skirt, Theo.”

“Yes, sir,” Theo said, quickly gripping the fabric of her skirt and pulling it all the way up to bunch in his large palm.

Hermione gasped, her eyes wide, her breath coming fast. Merlin, was he going to have Theo touch her? She wasn’t opposed; he was fit to say the least, but Draco had always seemed … possessive.

Draco paced a little before, moving back to his spot against the table. Hermione vaguely heard Theo praising her over her shoulder. Whispering how beautiful her cunt was.

“Show her to me,” Draco said, sliding off his tie.

He moved her then, adjusting his body and hers so she had one leg on either side of his thighs, and then he pressed his legs and hers open as wide as he could. The stretch was almost uncomfortable, but also teasingly pleasant. Draco swooned, that flciker in his silver eyes, that said he was in awe as he took the sight in. He sucked on his bottom lip. “Theo, would you like to enjoy that tonight?”

Hermione thought her heart would beat out of her chest. She wanted to close her legs, squeeze them together; she was so wet, so aroused, she thought it would drip to the floor if she didn’t, but Theo didn’t relent.

“Very much, sir,” Theo said, pulling her skirt tighter.

“Perfect. Gragner, I’m using one of my twenty-four hours.”

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Hermione had never been to Draco’s side of the penthouse they both lived in. She was expecting black marble and green silk to take up the entirety of the room, but his bedroom was filled with cherry wood and cream fabrics.

“Are you in pain?” He asked as he made them all drinks. She was sitting at the table where they had just finished a rather normal and delicious dinner. If she had been wearing knickers, which she still was not, it would have been a seemly casual experience. She looked up, confused as she crossed and uncrossed her legs again. “The lust dust, I believe that batch may have been a bit too concentrated.” He took a sip of his drink and used his magic to float the others over to them. “Speak freely, Hermione. I need to know before I give it to the public.”

“I think I was alright until the third dose at lunch. I might have been able to…myself.” She looked at Theo, not used to speaking like this in front of him.

“Get off on your own,” Theo said, tossing back some of his drink with a wink.

“Yes.” There was no sir; she wasn’t answering Draco.

“And now?” Draco asked.

“No, sir.” She said, looking back at him, and picking up her water for a small sip. She would not be given whiskey, not while she was on the lust dust.

Draco finished his drink and pulled his tie off. “I had plans to be with Theo tonight. We have our own contract.”

He said it so matter-of-factly, like this was something he did with multiple people, and for some reason, that hurt a bit.

Theo’s hand found her thigh and squeezed. “It’s not a common thing. We have had our contract since Hogwarts. He kept me from getting the mark, and I let him work out a few fantasies a few times a month.” He smiled, squeezed her leg one more time, and let go.

“You forced him to fuck you so he wouldn’t have to take the mark?” It was such a Malfoy thing to do; never could he do something kind just for the sake of it.

“I was tortured, you know,” He said it with a smile and a smirk. “It wasn’t an easy task, and I do the fucking.”

“Of course, you do. You're a Malfoy, everyone gets fucked by at least one of them.”

Draco tossed his tie and worked on his first button. “I regret telling you to speak freely,” He said, but his smile told a different story; he enjoyed the fight. Sometimes he wanted her to be a brat.

Hermione took another sip of her water and pulled slightly at her shirt; even the fabric against her breast was starting to be too much.

“However, since you will need assistance tonight, if Theo is amenable, I will share him with you.”

“Excuse me!”

“I’m amenable,” Theo said with a grin. “I love being shared.”

“Draco, you cannot just offer him–expect me—” She took a breath and turned to Theo. “I’m sorry. This is not normal.” She pulled at her shirt again with a grunt.

“It’s pretty normal for us,” Theo replied. “By the looks of it, you don’t have much time before you're ripping your clothing off and fucking the nearest object.”

“How can this be normal?”

“My entire company is creating and selling sex, arousal, lust, and fertility potions, Granger. Testing is par for the course.” He pulled his sleeves free, and then his shirt was off, and draped along the back of the chair he had previously vacated. “I’m not going to force you into this. Though you are mine for the night, so you will stay regardless. I won’t make you participate.”

She looked between the two of them, the pressure between her legs almost becoming too much. She could say no, he would give her a dreamless sleep that lasted longer than any on the current market, and she would sleep off the lust dust in a day or two. He had done it for her in the very beginning when she was too afraid to follow through. But that wasn't what she wanted. Theo and Draco were both incredibly fit, and she had no reason to think they would hurt her in any way, well, in any way she didn’t want them to.

“How?” She asked, feeling silly. “I’ve never done anything like that.”

“Do you trust me? That I know how to please you?” Draco asked.

She did, she didn’t know when it happened, or how, but she did. He never pushed her beyond her limits, even when she didn’t know them herself; he seemed to.

“I do.”

“Then don’t worry about the how.” He moved around the table, leaning against it. He let one long finger lift her chin, so she looked up at him. “I won’t have you take us both tonight if that is your concern; we will work up to that, but not tonight.” She was a little upset, and by the slight chuckle, he knew it. “Eventually, love, you will take us both, at the same time, but that will take prep work, and you need release quicker than that tonight.”

Draco pushed off the table, and with a flick of his wand, the lights dimmed, the fire crackled, and candles floating above their heads started to flicker.

“Sometimes, he’s romantic,” Theo said, batting his eyes at Hermione, which made her laugh. Until Draco gripped Theo’s hair and tugged his head back. "And sometimes he’s sadistic.” Theo bit his lip and winked at her before looking up at Draco. “Yes, oh, powerful one?”

“You're cheeky tonight,” Draco let some of the pressure on Theo’s hair go, his other hand sliding to the front of his shirt to undo the button at his collar.

“I’m excited. I love new things.”

“In bed,” Draco said, with a smirk and flick of his second button.

“Everything is better in bed.”

“Granger, come help me.”

She knew the moment he called her Granger, the game was back on. He never called her Hermione if he was in the middle of it, never during working hours. So she shook out her nerves and moved to her feet. “Yes, sir.”

He moved Theo’s chair out from under the table. One hand still in Theo’s hair, the other running light fingers around his ear, down his neck, and back up. “Make room for her,” He said, and Theo opened his legs for Hermione to step between them.

She stepped between his legs, trying not to press against his groin too closely, but he was a tall man, and to reach his buttons she had to press her thighs against him.

“Feel something, Granger?” Draco asked, his eyes locked on hers.

“Just fabric, sir.”

“Hmm, we should remedy that.” He nodded to her hands. “His belt first.”

Moving slowly, with somewhat shaky fingers, it took her more than a few tries to undo his belt buckle and push each side out of the way.

“Keep going, love.”

She struggled with his button. Theo’s large hand gripped her for a second, squeezing the shake out of it. “Don’t be nervous.”

“She’s not nervous, she is excited,” Draco whispered, his lips running along Theo’s jawline, as he continued to undo his buttons.

“In that case,” Theo smiled and quickly flicked his fingers. When he pulled his hand away, his button was undone.

“Stop helping her, Theo,” Draco said, but it was light and airy. He was softer with him, she realized.

“I am simply helping myself,” He lifted his hips to show how his large cock was pushing to escape the fabric of his pants. “He wants out.”

Draco wrapped both of his hands around Theo’s arms, his long fingers wrapping around his elbows as he pulled his hands away from the zipper in his trousers. “Let her work,” He pulled Theo’s ear into his mouth.

Hermione had seen them kiss. Two men being with each other was not a new thing to her; Harry and Ron had been together since she dumped Ron in the eighth year. Yet, there was something so completely different when she saw Theo and Draco do it.

They looked at each other like they were starving for each other, and no taste was enough. She had never seen Harry or Ron look that way, nor had she seen anyone look at her that way, not until Draco.

She started to slide Theo’s zipper down, her eyes flitting back up to watch Draco’s mouth work on Theo’s ear and neck while he pinned his arms back. Mindlessly, she kept moving her fingers on the zipper. Once it was down, Draco spoke, “Take him out.”

She complied, eager to feel the softness of his cock against her hands. Gently wrapping her hand around him, she pulled him through the now open fly.

“Oh, my…” She covered her mouth with her free hand, embarrassed as Theo chuckled. He was enormous. Draco’s cock was wide and long, with thick veins, and beautiful, tight balls. But Theo, Theo was a monster.

“See, there is a reason I’m the bottom,” Theo said, his smile so wide, so beautiful.

“Yes, because you liked being fucked in the arse,” Draco said, standing to his full height, his hands unpinning Theo’s arms. “Show me, Granger, does it fit in your hand?”

She wrapped her hand around it, and it made it a little more than halfway around. “No, sir.”

“No, I didn’t think so. It is pretty though, yeah?” he walked around them, slowly stopping when he stood behind her. “Don’t just hold it, love,” he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Enjoy it.”

Stroking him slowly at first, she enjoyed the feel of his skin moving below her palm, the feel of the vein running up the length of it. Her thumb ran along the tip, and Theo shivered.

“Sorry,” she said quietly. Draco’s fingers caressed her scalp, pulling her head back, stretching it so she was looking back at him.

“I think he would like it if you did that with your tongue. Wouldn’t you, Theo?”

“Fuck,” Theo shivered again when Hermione’s thumb pressed over the tip, rubbing his precum along the soft, swollen skin. “Yes.”

Draco placed a soft pressure on Hermione’s scalp, pushing her down, his other hand on her shoulder. She moved to her knees, leaning with one hand braced against his thigh, and licked the tip of his dick.

Theo’s hands moved toward Hermione. “No touching,” Draco said, using his wandless magic to wrap Theo in ropes to pin his arms by his side.

“Torture,” Theo said, his eyes trained on Hermione as she licked his head and shaft. Hermione hummed with pleasure.

“Lift your arse, on all fours, Granger.” Draco pulled her mouth away from Theo so she could adjust herself.

Rolling the taste of Theo’s arousal in her mouth, she moved onto her hands and knees, lifting her arse so Draco could clearly see her. Her cheeks heated with the idea of being exposed. The control she allowed Draco to have over her was something she never really knew she needed, but she loved every minute of it.

She felt her skirt being pushed up her back, so her bottom was completely bare of he fabric. The cold rings on Draco’s fingers were a shock as he gripped her arse and squeezed.

“Do you think you can fit him down that perfect throat?” Draco squeezed her cheek again, the cold of his rings biting into her flesh.

Her eyes widened, falling back down onto Theo’s cock. Could she fit that? If she did, there was no way she would be able to breathe around it.

“I, I think it may be too large, sir.” She licked her lips and wondered if he would force her.

He pulled her head back by her hair, forcing her into a cat position, arching her back to keep her arse up. “I would never force you beyond your limit.”

Her mouth popped open in surprise. How could he have possibly known?

“Natural Legilimens,” Theo said, “helps with the whole consent thing, tremendously.” He wiggled in his bonds, causing his cock to bounce, but her eyes were trained on Draco.

“Do you trust me, Granger?” He didn’t look angry; he almost looked sad. She didn’t want that; she did trust him, he had taken care of her so well. She was just shocked by the sheer size of it.

“Yes, sir, I do.”

“Good, girl,” he said before pushing two of his fingers between her lips. “Suck them good, Granger, it’s all the lube you're getting for thinking I would force you into anything.”

Hermione nodded and sucked on the fingers in her mouth, rolling her tongue around and between them, making sure she added a lot of spit. He pulled them out, running the spit on her lips, before shoving three fingers into her mouth, and pushing her tongue down, causing her to drool, before driving his fingers into the back of her throat. She gagged around them before he pulled them out.

“Now, do the same with Theo, as much as you can.” He adjusted his hand in her hair to allow her to lower her mouth down to Theo.

She licked up and down each side, and when she twirled around the head, she felt Draco’s fingers, all three of them, push at the entrance of her cunt. She flinched at the thought of the stretch, and then leaned back and tried to relax like he had taught her.

Pulling Theo between her lips, sucking on the head of his cock, Draco pushed into her, her body stretching slowly. He curled his fingers into her, rolling them to get them wet, before pulling out and slamming them in again. The movement forced her further down onto Theo.

“Fuck, that is so hot,” Theo said, lifting his hips to push into her mouth a bit more. Her jaw already had that sweet ache she loved so much. She looked up from under her lashes, enjoying the awe on Theo’s face, and moved a bit faster.

Draco’s thrusts from behind kept pushing her forward, but as he fucked her with his fingers, her cunt loosened for him. His pace was relentless. She wanted so badly for him to play with her clit, to let her come, but she knew he wouldn’t, not yet.

“I think you are both wet enough,” Draco said, and the ropes fell away from Theo. “Theo, over here, love. Granger, all the way down.” He kicked the chair out of the way and let go of her hair, pressing between her shoulder blades until her chest and cheek were pressed against the floor. “Open your legs more.”

She complied, enjoying the way the cold air felt on her swollen cunt. The image of Theo’s cock had her squirming with anticipation. Draco had prepped her; she was soaked, ready, and waiting to be filled.

Theo’s cock rubbed up against her core. Moaning, she pressed back into it, but felt his hand on her ass, stopping her. “Let me do the work, love.”

How she loved his voice; it sent shivers down her spine.

“Wait until I’m inside you, then we thrust together.” Draco’s voice filled the room, and Hermione wanted to turn to see them so. Just the idea that Draco Malfoy was going to fuck Theo, while he was fucking her, was enough to make her core tighten. She whinged and leaned back.

The movement was responded to with a quick slap to her bottom.

“Hmm, your flesh marks so easily.” Theo rubbed the sore spot, and she couldn’t help it; she pushed back again, hoping to get the same reaction, and she did. This time, the slap was harder, and it made her gasp and moan. “Do you like being spanked, Granger?” Theo asked. His voice was strained, his body pressing against hers now and then, and she imagined Draco was working his arse like he had worked her cunt.

“I think she loves it, she just doesn’t know yet, isn’t that right, Granger? Something you would like to try?” Draco asked for Theo, who had lost the ability to speak; only moans and groans left his mouth now.

“Yes, sir, I think I would.” She was greeted with another spank on her other cheek. A gasp at the pain and a sigh at the pleasure. Two more spanks had her core dripping down the inside of her thighs.

“Ready?” Draco asked, and she knew he was asking Theo. A moment later, they both moaned as Draco entered him.

“Fuck, baby, you’re bigger today.”

“New potion I have been working on for male enlargement.”

“Jealous of my size, darling?”

“Always,” Draco pulled Theo back and kissed him; it was sloppy and possessive. “Now, don’t leave our girl empty.”

“Ready, Granger,” Theo asked.

“Yes, so fucking ready.” She turned her head and braced her arms; the position was uncomfortable, but in a way that turned her on. She felt the press of his head against her, and the initial stretch was fine, but once his head pushed through and the rest began to follow, it was almost too much. “Fuck,” she reached back with one hand as if to stop him, touching his thigh.

“Need a break,” Theo asked.

She nodded, her breath coming in quick pants. It was such a tight fit, she knew it was pushing her to a new limit, but the burn felt good. There was a cold drip between her ass cheeks, and Theo was smearing lube around her.

She nodded, let out a breath, relaxed her muscles, and he pushed in again. The stretch was still intense, but she breathed, screamed, and moaned through it, because fuck if it didn’t feel amazing.

Once she became a bit wetter and a bit looser, Draco started to fuck Theo with purpose, pushing Theo, who was now fully seated, into Hermione harder and deeper with each thrust. Theo only ever pulled back enough to be pushed back in by Draco.

“Contraceptive?” Theo asked through a rushed breath.

“Yes, she is. I give it to her daily.” Draco said. Sloppy wet kisses sounded, while Theo’s large hands tightened on Hermione’s hips. “Are you going to fill her?”

“Hmm, may I?” Theo was pushed in so deep that it hit Hermione’s cervix, making her shake from the pleasure.

“Please do.” Draco’s words were hardly out when Hermione felt Theo’s hot cum start to fill her. “Turn over, love.'

Hermione lifted back onto all fours, and Theo slowly pulled out. She sighed at the loss. Felling empty, she turned onto her back and watched as Draco lowered himself onto all fours in front of her. He pushed her thighs open, running his finger up and down her sore cunt, collecting some of Theo’s cum, before pushing it back inside her. “So beautiful.”

Hermione couldn’t believe how lucky she was. This man was so stunning, so perfect for her. He lowered his mouth to her, pulling her clit between his lips.

It was all she needed; that simple touch was enough to make her orgasm erupt. It was all her body could do to stay in reality as he sucked and nibbled on her clit, fingering her cunt that felt so empty. Pushing his cold rings into her, he wrung out every last drop of pleasure.

He crawled up her body, kissing each part of her until he got to her lips. “You did so well, so fucking well.”

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Hermione woke after what had to be the most intense night she had ever experienced. She expected to be alone, or even in her own bed. She was sure Draco would have moved her when they had both gotten what they wanted, but he didn’t. He cleaned her from head to toe, made sure he checked in with every part of her body, and gave her creams and potions for even the smallest ache. He made her drink, slow sips of water as he ran a cool cloth along every part of her body, even placing one on her core to help with the swelling. Once she was rung out, hydrated, cleaned, and healed. He gave her a sleeping draught and moved to do it all over again with Theo. She fell asleep to the sound of Draco praising Theo for how well he had done. It was a side of Draco she had yet to see to its full extent, and she wanted to see more of it.

She rolled onto her side, stretching her arms over her head, to find a small note next to a mini bottle of water.

Hermione,

A new dress has been left for you. Breakfast is on the verandah, and a new novel by the fireplace.

Take the day off, you earned it.

DM

An odd feeling in her chest made her quickly put the note down. This was a contract, a means to an end for her, and for him, she would not see it any other way.

She pushed the sheets off and immediately saw the dress hanging from the door of the antique wardrobe against the far wall. It was a soft cotton sundress, knee-length, loose in almost all the right places, but still flattering, in that girl-next-door kind of way.

As she lifted the dress and made her way to the bath to clean up and change, she heard the distinct sound of a whimper. She pushed the door open to the bathroom and found it empty. Though odd, she thought she might have misheard, so she continued to dress and made her way out to find breakfast.

Just as she passed the wardrobe, she heard what almost sounded like a slap and a moan. She pulled the door to the wardrobe open and found it empty, except for a single chair. How odd, she thought. She lowered her head and stepped into the space, which was much larger inside, clearly an extension charm of some kind.

She took a seat in the chair and looked around. There was nothing, no sounds, just three walls, but as she moved to get up, she saw something shimmer in the light. She reached over and closed the door to the wardrobe, covering the space in darkness, and a few moments later, the shimmer materialized.

A small opening, almost the size of an old-fashioned cartoon keyhole, appeared, expanded, and lifted directly up to her sightline. Curious, she leaned forward and pressed her eye close to the hole, covering the other one.

It was a peephole into another room, a perfect spot for a voyer to watch someone unsuspecting in the other room. She quickly wondered what room she was looking in.

It was white and sleek black marble. Covered in tile, she heard the sound of water, but when she lifted her hand to lean against the wall, the room shifted. Now it was a library with a crackling fire. She pressed her hand against the wood again, testing, and her bedroom appeared. Pressed again, her bathroom, the kitchen, the lounge, and Draco’s office.

She leaned back. Had he been watching all of it? All of her? Before she could get too lost in her thoughts, another sound pulled her back to the peephole. The room had changed on its own.

Draco was naked in that luxury bath she had seen before. She had never seen him fully naked. He always remained at least half-clothed when they were together. Now, as he leaned against the vanity, water running, he was completely nude.

She couldn’t stop looking at his completely round arse, it was like a perfect apple, she wondered what it felt like, and if she would get a chance to feel it.

A thrill went through her as he bent over and washed his face, covering it with shaving cream. He was always the one in charge, calling the shots, watching her, but this time she got to watch him. It was thrilling, and she could feel her arousal already building at the idea.

She shimmed to the edge of her seat, the chair too far away for her height, but she was afraid to move it and possibly be found out. So she bent over, just her bum on the edge of the chair, and watched Draco shave his face. Slow, perfect swipes of his razor. His cock hung heavily, half hard, between his legs. Ever so often, it would press against the marble as he leaned forward toward the mirror.

She couldn’t wait to touch it. He had put it in her mouth, had fucked her with it, but he had never let her touch it. She wondered if it would be as soft as it felt against her cheek or her skin in her hands.

He finished shaving, washed his face, and stepped into the shower. The peephole followed him as if it had been installed in the shower head.

He was so vulnerable without his suit, or rings, or his expensive shoes. All of his armor had been removed. His hands moved along his body with slow, deliberate movements. Suds covered his skin, everywhere his hand holding the bar of soap left.

His chest, arms, shoulders, and

abs, all covered in suds that slid down his sculpted form. She knew she should look away, but she couldn’t. She could already feel the heat and pressure building between her legs.

The lust dust from the night before had been fully satisfied the night before; this was all from the feeling of watching the watcher. For a change, she felt like she was the one leaning against the desk, while he bent over the chest.

He placed the soap back on its small shelf, not that he was covered in suds, and wrapped one large and around his erect cock, and started to stroke it.

Slapping a hand over her mouth, she tried to cover the sound of pure arousal that left her lips, by the way he stopped his movements for just a millisecond and looked up at the showerhead with a smirk, she knew she was most likely caught. She didn’t care; she would take whatever punishment he wanted to deal out if she could just keep watching.

Much to her pleasure, he leaned back against the wall, extending the view, and continued to stroke himself, lazy in a way, slow, unhurried. His other hand craddled and rolled his balls between his wet fingers, and she couldn’t stop herself from letting her own fingers slide between her legs.

She leaned closer to the peephole, sitting on the edge, letting her fingers circle her clit while she watched him stroke. She watched him until he bit into his bottom lip, his abs tightened, and he painted the black tiles of the shower with his arousal.

Watching the self-disciplined man, so in control of her, lose his composure, had her biting down on her knuckles to stay quiet while she soaked her fingers.

Lost in her own desire, she hadn’t realized he had left the shower until she looked up to find it empty. She immediately scrambled out of the wardrobe, spinning to make sure it clicked closed.

Draco came through a moment later, buttoned up, fixing a beautiful M cufflink to button up his sleeve. “Find anything you like in there?” He asked her, slowly licking his bottom lip.

“It seems to be empty, sir.” She said, pulling her dress down a bit, knowing the red in her cheeks gave her away.

Draco moved past her and pulled the door to the wardrobe open. When she spun, it was filled with outfits, all for her. “I’ll let you pick your own knickers today.” He kissed her on the head and patted her behind as he left the room, reminding her not to forget to eat.

Cheeky wizard and his tricks.

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The new potion Draco was working on this week made non erotic parts of your body as sensitive as your genitals for those who had suffered injuries and could no longer use or feel those parts. He had been asked to work on it by a friend who had experienced things during the war that made the potion necessary, and he had been working hard to get it to them as fast as possible.

Unfortunately, Draco spilled a test batch all over his fingers, which now felt like rock-hard cocks, and since a finger couldn’t orgasm, it was time to find out if it worked enough to make him cum.

“Granger?”

She looked up from her desk, her lips painted bright red with the new lip stain he had purchased for her. It went well with the deep burgundy bodycon dress she was wearing today. He would have to thank Pansy for all the shopping she had done for him.

“Yes, sir,” she asked, no question, no waiver in her voice. He almost wanted to swoon at the sound of it. She placed down her quill and turned to face him, hands on her lap. She was becoming such a good girl.

“Come here,” he pointed to the spot at his side where her pillow was. She had gotten used to coming in each morning, naked of course, being dressed, and sitting on her pillow until he put her to work.

He only had a few more weeks left of the contract, and he was simply not ready to let her go. All of the kinks he had put her through, she had conquered and enjoyed, and there were still so many he wanted to try.

She sank next to him, her curious eyes looking up at the desk. “What happened, sir?” She asked, fixed her dress, with her legs curled by her side.

“I seem to have broken the container for the touch-me-anywhere potion.” He held up his fingers to show the shimmer the gold glittering potion left behind.

“Hmm, maybe we shouldn’t let an opportunity go to waste, sir.” She shimmied, but her face remained serious. Merlin, he was so obsessed with her, his cock hardened, and he was awed at how similar is finger felt to his aroused cock.

“And what opportunity might that be, Granger?” Draco drummed his fingers on the desk and quickly had to stop. Pressing his hand flat onto the desk, he waited.

“Well, we should see how well it works, how long it lasts…” Hermione started counting on her fingers, giving an educated well well-thought-out answer, but Draco was really only paying attention to her mouth. “Sir?” She asked, her eyes looking a bit worried. A light hand on his knee.

“Yes, I agree. No reason to waste an opportunity.”

“May I, Sir?” She turned her palm up for him to place his hand in hers, a playful smile on her lips

He placed his hand in hers, and immediately, he had to bite his lip when she wrapped her fingers around his.

Slowly, she started to massage each of his fingers, pulling them between hers, stopping to rub gently around each of his knuckles. She tugged gently on them, stretching them out before pushing her fingers through his and threading them together.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

She smiled, her thumb and forefinger rotating his signet ring had him biting his cheek.

“I have always been extremely attracted to your hands, you know,” Hermione said, pulling back his fingers, kneading as she went.

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm, yes. I used to watch you write with your quill at Hogwarts, such long, beautiful fingers.” She leaned down and pulled his pointer finger into her mouth, wrapped her tongue around it, and pulled it back out slowly.

“Do you still?”

She rubbed her saliva up and down his finger, before separating his middle finger and doing the same she had with the other. She kept this one in her mouth a bit longer before pulling off. “I still admire your fingers, but for different reasons now.” She smirked and sucked the next two fingers into her mouth at the same time, spending time winding her tongue between and around them, before she pulled her mouth off.

“You missed one, open up, love.”

Hermione opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue slightly. He loved how well trained she was already. If he didn't know better, he might think she was the legilimens. He pushed his thumb onto her tongue, pressing, while the rest of his hand gripped her chin. He turned her head side to side.

“Such a beautiful mouth. I do love this new lip stain. You will have to wear it more often.”

Hermione couldn’t respond; her drool accumulated on his thumb, as he held her mouth open, he watched her tongue and throat move as she tried to swallow, fuck if he didn’t love it, then he released the pressure, leaving his thumb in her mouth.

Knowing exactly what to do, she moved to sit higher up on her knees and started to suck on his thumb. At first, it was just sucking, as if for comfort. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the calming feeling of it, and then she started to move her tongue and work the digit.

Draco was sure then that the potion would work. He wanted more than anything to take himself out and put it in her mouth instead, but he needed to complete the test. Not that he wouldn’t mind testing it again.

When he knew he was close, he pulled his thumb out and replaced it with three of his fingers. She loved having her mouth stuffed, and he loved the feeling of her trying so hard to please him.

She sucked on the three of them, moving her tongue between them, around them. Draco cycled between all three, two, or just one, pushing them deeper and pulling them out, dragging them along her lips to get every bit of feeling he could before the potion ran out.

“I’m so close, love, come closer.” She moved closer, and he laced his free hand into her curls, pushed the three fingers into her mouth as if he would his cock, until his orgasm filled his trousers.

Pulling his fingers out, he accio’d a rag and cleaned up her chin before leaning down and kissing her gently. “Alright, love?”

"Yes, I'm alright."

“Perfect, I will make you some tea with honey, you can go back to your desk.”

Hermione got up and fixed her skirt. “So do you think it will work?” He looked up with a raised brow. “I mean, do you think it will work, sir?”

“Yes, you had me coming in my pants like I was still at Hogwarts wanking to you in the Slytherin dungeons.”

She chuckled as she turned back to her desk with a little skip to her step. He so loved that sound.

“Wonderful job, Malfoy. It will help a lot of people.”

The moment she sat back down at her desk, he pulled out the contract, determined to find a way to extend it.

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“Everything alright?” Hermione asked as she came down the stairs in her dressing gown. Today, it was a sheer purple that went down to her ankles; they had never been sheer before. Draco was standing at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in trousers and a button-down, but no jacket, and no vest. Too casual for him to be going to the lab.

“Did you think I would let you walk through the office in something that revealing?” He fixed his cufflink, and she knew he was frustrated at the thought. Only people he wanted to see her could, and so far, that had only been Theo.

“No, sir.” She wrapped it around her tighter; the thought of being exposed in just this sheer robe excited her. 

“Good Girl, it’s a beautiful day, we got a lot of potions out this week, and I thought we might be nice to enjoy the weather, before it turns.” He held his hand out to her. “I have breakfast for you out in the garden.”

Descending the stairs, she thanked him and placed her hand in his. She realized then that it was the first time she had not been given shoes. She followed him hand in hand out to the garden. She had only been there a few times; she didn't move around his flat too much when they returned from the lab. After seven, most of the time, Draco didn’t interact with her much; it was, of course, outside their contracted hours. Though she was starting to wonder if she really cared about the set ending times anymore.

Draco pulled out a chair for her. It was a metal patio chair that he had topped with the pillow she usually sat on at the office.

“Thank you, Sir, this is lovely.” The table had everything you could want for breakfast.

“Today I’m just Draco.” He picked up a strawberry and popped it in his mouth.

“Sir?” She stopped with her tea halfway to her mouth, confused, concerned. "Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Granger, you are a very good girl, you have been wonderful—”

“Have been?” She put her tea down. She knew they had at least three months left on their contract, and she had let her lease lapse; all of the money was paying off her debt. She had no other job prospects, and her parents needed the memory care this contract was paying for.

“Don’t panic, I'm not ending the contract early. I just thought a different dynamic might be nice today.”

She didn’t want their dynamic to change, regardless of how much she struggled in the beginning with the fact that she enjoyed being controlled; she was fully invested in it now. The last few months had felt like mental and sexual freedom, and she wanted that to continue more than anything.

“Draco, I–” She paused, took a sip of her tea, and tried again. “I enjoy our dynamic.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I enjoy it as well, but I also enjoy hearing my name. So, for today, indulge me?

“Of course, S–Draco. Yes, okay.”

“Good, girl, eat your breakfast before it’s spoiled. The elves worked hard.”

“The elves, honestly, Draco.” She rolled her eyes, yet still practically moaned as the apple butter melted in her mouth. She thought she may have overstepped, gotten the idea of what he was looking for wrong, but by the way Draco chuckled and picked up his paper to read, she had not.

After several bites of her food, watching Draco sip his tea, and reading the Prophet, she wondered which Dynamic he wanted today. “Draco?”

'“Yes, Dear?” He lowered his paper to look at her.

“What dynamic do you want to try today?”

“Since I will most likely spend the rest of my life with Theo, I thought it would be nice to see what it might be like to have a wife.” He took a slow sip of his tea, and she knew he was looking for her reaction.

“I would be a horrible brat of a wife.”

A wide smile broke across his face as he nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, but you would also be deliciously submissive.” He put his cup fully down and sat back. “Will you indulge me and be Lady Malfoy for a day?”

“I will,” She didn’t have to think about it long. She had wondered what it would be like to have a husband, someone who was yours and you were theirs. “And what shall we do today, dear husband?”

Draco pretended to think; he even took a sip of his tea and a bite of his scone to keep her wondering. Part of the appeal was never knowing what he would do with her or to her each day.

“I think I will dress you in proper expensive robes, take you to the vault, and make sure you leave dripping in pureblood jewels, and then spend the evening ravaging you out on the east lawn under the stars that make up my namesake.” He picked up his wand and cast a quick Tempus. “We have an appointment at Gringotts around half past ten, so we should get you dressed.”

“Wait, you were serious about the jewels? From the Malfoy Vault?”

“Yes, of course. I never lie.” He held his hand out for her to take. “Changing in your mind?”

“No, I just—” She got to her feet, fixing the sheer bit of fabric that covered her. “Is it safe for someone like me to put them on, or even enter the vault?”

“You mean an amazing witch, with incredible tits. I do love this new piece Pansy added to your wardrobe. I will have to get it in many more colors.”

“Draco–” It was obvious that Draco was avoiding the issue, which was a very real possibility.

“There is nothing wrong with the kind of witch you are, and all of the dark magic has been removed from the jewelry.” He started moving toward her new dressing room, which he had presented her with just a few days ago. Rows and rows of gowns, dresses, suits, robes–anything you could put on your body was in there. Some of the things Hermione was unsure how to wear, but she was eager to find out.

“Sit while I decide,” Draco gestured for her to sit on the plush stool in the middle of the room while he picked a beautiful set of dark blue robes that were made of a fabric she didn’t even know the name of, but knew it cost more than she would ever hold. He placed a pair of nude red-bottom heels next to her feet, and the robes floated near her on an invisible hanger. “I think that should do until we get the jewelry to match. Go on, love, get dressed. I will wait downstairs so I can be surprised.” He grinned and made for the door.

“Draco!” She called as he pushed the door open, causing him to turn to look at her. “You forgot the undergarments.”

“No, love, I didn’t.”

He shut the door, and she could hear him chuckling down the hall. So much for being dressed properly. She pulled on the slim dress and was shocked at how sensual it felt against her skin with nothing under it. It was like a caress along her body, and she wondered if it was spelled and how she would possibly make it through the day.

A small thin belt around the waist, and a cape that was wide off her shoulders finished the look. She slipped on her heels and left to find Draco.

He was waiting by the floo; his suit jacket was on, but no vest under. He was being casual, but his eyes were filled with heat. “How do you like it?”

“It’s very nice, this fabric is extremely comfortable.”

“It’s charmed to feel like the hands of a lover. Does it work?” He asked, grabbing floo powder with one hand and wrapping the other around her waist to pull her in with him.

“Yes, I believe it does work rather well.”

“Wonderful, I will have to let Pansy know.”

They spent the next hour making their way to the vault at Gringotts. Malfoy had multiple vaults, and the one they had entered was nothing but jewels, crowns, necklaces, and rings. It was overwhelming to realize his wealth to this extent.

Hermione saw a beautiful obisden ring and collar necklace that matched and simply had to move toward it. It was one of the very few pieces locked behind glass. Oddly it seemed as if it was calling to her. Was it singing it to her?

She reached out— "Fuck, not that one." Draco said, slapping her hand away from the glass.

“Oh! Sorry,” she pulled her hand against her chest, a bit stunned at his reaction.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t. Just a shock.” She looked back at the ring, and the collar, and a hand wrapped around her waist.

“Hermione.”

“Hmm.”

“Hermione,” He turned her around so her eyes were no longer locked on the jewelry. “What are you hearing?”

Something in her mind cleared, and that tune stopped playing in your head. “It was a humming, I don’t really know…” She looked up at him. “What is that?”

“It’s Black family betrothal jewelry. I didn’t think—Let’s just move over here, I found a set I think will match your robes well.”

Hermione spent the next few hours being dressed, draped, and covered in jewels. Draco devoured the sight of her in everything. He even packed up a few cases and had them sent back to the flat for her to wear later.

At the end of it all, she was wearing a diamond and a sapphire set. A ring on her left ring finger, because Draco said she needed to commit to the roleplay, a bracelet that was thin and beautifully delicate, a necklace that fit perfectly with the V-neck of her dress, a pair of earrings, matching hairpins at the top of her bun, and a brooch. It was altogether way too many precious diamonds for any one person to wear, but they dazzled in Draco’s wide eyes when he looked at her, so she didn’t fight it.

He took her to a fancy restaurant where everyone spoke French. He introduced her as Lady Malfoy, and no one batted an eye, even though they all knew who she was. It was odd being with a man who could buy anything he wanted, even a shift in reality. He tipped well at the end of dinner and then took her to Flourish and Blotts, telling her to buy anything she wanted. She, of course, refused, saying she couldn’t. He had already spent too much on her, but he insisted, or he would pick out the books for her, so she relented.

Draco sat in a high-back leather chair, drinking a glass of whiskey while Hermione perused the stack in front of him. She was taking her time; she loved a good fantasy romance, and she was enjoying the way the dress felt on her skin as she slowly walked through the stacks.

“I could watch you do this all day.” He said, taking a slow sip.

She turned, looking at him. He was stunning. She didn’t think she would ever truly believe he enjoyed looking at her as much as he said he did.

“I do.”

She pursed her lips, turned back around, and thought loudly at him to stop reading her mind. He didn’t; he only continued to make comments about what she was thinking.

Hermione left with three books, but Draco had told the clerk to bag up anything she had touched for longer than a few seconds, and with a flick of his wand, all the books in the shop she had touched started to glow a bright pink.

“Where will you put them all?” Hermione asked as she took off her shoulder cape as they entered their flat, and magically sent it back to its hook.

“I will build you a library if I have to.” He ran his hand down her back, letting it land on the small space just at the top of her bottom, and led her out to the garden. A picnic was set up under the stars. “You looked beautiful today.”

“Thank you.”

He sank onto the blanket, “Stay there for me to admire you a moment.”

She did, with a blush in her cheeks and a smile on her face.

“Spin for me, wife.”

She spun slowly in a circle. Letting him take in the view and enjoying the feel of the dress’s fabric.

“Take off your dress, but leave everything else.”

She stopped her movements and looked out over the Garden. They were not in the penthouse office, or even at the manor with unlimited land; this was a loft surrounded by others.

“Draco, I could be seen! We are outside.”

“There are notice-me-nots, and wards, no one will see you.” He smiled. “Or they might,” he shrugged. “Do it. You’re beautiful.”

She slowly unzipped the back of her dress and peeled it off one arm, and then the other, exposing her breast, before unclipping her belt. Pushing the dress slowly past her hips, she bent at the waist not to let the expensive fabric land on the ground, and stepped out of it.

Draco’s magic took the dress, and it flew off into the house. A moment of panic that she had nothing to cover up with shivered through her body as she looked around at the outdoors; anyone could see them. The breeze blew the leaves of the hedges and traveled along her skin, making her run her hand along her arm.

“Stunning,” He said. Watching her stand there in nothing but the jewels he had given her. “Turn again, my wife.”

She spun again, letting him take in the view, and when she turned back around, he had pulled himself out of his trousers and was lightly stroking himself. He so infrequently let her see him, it was always a treat when he did. 

“Do you like them?” He asked.

“They are truly exceptional pieces.”

“Good, consider them yours.”

“Draco, it’s too much!”

“Nothing is too much. Come here.” He was working himself a bit harder now, faster.

Slowly, she strolled over to him, her heels clicking on the stone path until she made it to the grass where he was sitting. She stopped when she got to the blanket and took off her heels.

Draco reached for his wand and cast a lubrication spell. Hermione gasped at the feel between her legs, as the wetness started to drip.

“I have wanted to be inside you all day. Come here.” He slid his hand down to the very base of his cock to hold it up for her, and laid back on the blanket.

There was no hesitation on her part; she stepped over him, one foot on each side, and lowered herself. To his surprise, she sat directly on his cock. She knew she was wet enough, and their games during the past few weeks had made it easier for her to take him.

“Fuck, baby, that’s so good.” He pulled his hand out and moved it to her hip. “Your hair, take it down. I want to see the breeze blow through it.”

She reached up, still letting her hips rock back and forth just enough to make his breath pick up, and pulled the pins from her hair. Letting her curls fall down her naked back, she placed them on the blanket next to them.

Draco’s hand slid from her hips, up her belly to cup her breast. “Your nipples are so perky tonight. The outside air looks good on you, but I should have gotten you some diamond nipple clamps.”

“That cannot be an actual thing you have in diamonds.” Hermione sank a little deeper; the stretch of her cunt made her moan and arch against him. The way he could fill her was something no other man before him could. She rocked a bit faster, wanting to feel more of it.

“Oh, I assure you it is. There is a sapphire anal plug to match as well. Next time you wear this set, I will make sure you wear it all.”

The idea of it had her moving even faster. He had yet to include anything like that in their play, but it was arousing to think of.

“You look so beautiful under the stars.” He kneaded and squeezed her breasts, his delicate fingers pinching at her nipples hard enough to make her gasp with pleasure. “You ride me so well, love, but I think I’d like a turn.”

Without any other warning, he gripped her hips and flipped her so she was on her back, and he was above her. “Do you enjoy being outside, while I fuck you, Hermione?”

“It’s a bit scary to be caught.”

“Mhmm, and that’s why you loved it, my good girl loves to be shown off, don’t you, Granger.” he kissed her chin and pulled her bottom lip into his mouth while he drove into her. Letting her mouth go, he moved with purpose, fucking her into the grass below the blanket. Leaning down, he pulled each nipple into his mouth, sucking and soaking them before he pulled off. The breeze blowing against them, now wet from his kiss, made her grip the blanket below her. 

“Tell me, Granger, if you were my wife, would you let me do this to you whenever I wanted?” He fucked her harder, bringing her closer to climax with each thrust, so close that she began grabbing and squeezing her own breasts.

“Yes, sir. Whenever, wherever, however.”

“My fucking perfect girl.” He shoved his thumb into her mouth. She sucked on it, sloppy and quick, and when he pulled it out, he pressed and rubbed it against her clit. “Come for me, love, so I can fill you like I would a real wife.”

It wasn’t long before she was clawing down his back, ripping at his expensive shirt, and covering his trousers with her arousal. As she spasmed around him, he filled her with his own climax.

When they both caught their breath and returned to reality, He pulled out slowly, sat back,  and took in the view laid out before him.

“The Black jewelry was right to call to you, you would be an exceptional wife.”

Chapter Text

“Draco, I think we might have an issue,” Theo said as he lifted a small bottle and read the tiny writing on the bottom.

“What’s that?” Draco asked from his desk, head down, looking over Hermione’s contract. He had yet to trigger the restart clause, which could only be done if Hermione intentionally did something to break it or refused to engage in the contract. Which she had not, because she was a good girl. She was such a good girl; he had done nothing but imagine what it would be like to have her belong to him forever. He couldn’t get the image of her draped in Malfoy jewels, or the sound of the black betrothal magic calling to her out of his mind.

He looked up to find her sitting at her desk, her skirt up around her waist from a game they played earlier in the day; her lace white panties didn’t cover much of her perfectly plump bum. Her shirt was open, so her braless breasts hung out when she moved in certain ways, like his own little peep show. It was glorious.

“I gave Granger the wrong potion,” Theo said, stopping Draco’s mind from wandering.

She looked, turning in her chair, hands in her lap, to face him and Theo. “It wasn’t the contraceptive?”

“No, I um,” He looked at Draco and ran a hand over his neck. “It was the self-pleasure potion.”

Draco looked over at Hermione; she was still acting rather normal, but he knew that wouldn’t last. “We were not ready for trials on that, last time the person masturbated uncontrollably.”

"Uncontrollably?” Hermione said, swallowing a bit thick and crossing her legs. They had plans to be in public today. Draco had to file some papers at the ministry for ingredient usage. How would she manage? Would he let her stay with Theo?

“Yes, we found the only way to stop it was to put them in a chastity belt. They were going to hurt themselves if they didn’t stop.” Theo answered for her, putting the bottle of contraceptive back down that he was supposed to give her earlier. “It has had a few changes since the last time it was trialed, but we are not sure how bad the urges will be.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand how a belt would help.”

Oh, his sweet, innocent girl got him every time. Draco smiled at Theo, who shifted on his feet. He could already see the outline of Theo’s cock growing. If there was any kink that Theo enjoyed more than the others, it was orgasm denial, and putting her in a belt all day with this potion in her system would do just that.

It had been obvious to both of them that Hermione enjoyed being put on display, being teased, and being edged. While this would all be new to her, Draco was positive she would enjoy it, even if she pretended otherwise.

“A chastity belt, Granger. You got an O in history. You know what they are.”

Her mouth opened into that perfect little O, like it was waiting for his cock. “That’s barbaric!”

“They have been modified over the years, and I assure you it will be better than rubbing your clit off after a few hours of uncontrollable masturbation,” Draco replied. Theo leaned against the desk. His hands were moving in and out of his pockets. He was too excited to pretend not to be.

“Would you like to see it?” Draco asked, pushing the papers off his desk and into his briefcase to take with them to the ministry. He looked quickly at the Muggle watch Hermione had gotten him so he wouldn’t risk using his magic near a volatile potion just to know the time.

“You have one here?” She looked between the two of them.

“I have yours here. I had one made for you a few weeks into our contract.”

There was no surprise in her features that he had planned to put her in something like this; she simply licked her lips, thinking about it. After shifting in her seat, she nodded. Too afraid or ashamed to say yes.

Draco pulled the belt out of the drawer. It was thick dragon hide leather, stained in a brilliant Slytherin green. There was a padlock at the front where the leather belt would strap around her waist. The gusset was goblin-made steel and had only a small slit running through the middle for her to relieve herself if needed. The strap was thick enough in the back that it would cover her and keep her from trying to get pleasure from that area.

“There is a leather bra that matches, to keep you from damaging your nipples,” Theo said, as Draco pulled it out of the drawer and placed it on the desk next to the belt.

She looked it over from where she was sitting, leaning on the edge of her chair. He knew she was trying to be so good, staying there until she was told to move.

“Come and look, love.” Draco looked at his watch again. They would be late if they did not hurry. “We don’t have much time.”

She got to her feet, pulled her skirt down, but left her breasts out as she made her way to the desk. Stopping in front, she let her fingers run over the leather. It was softer than she had expected. “You still expect me to go to the ministry,” she said, looking up at him. “In this?”

Draco chuckled, but nodded.

“It’s–I guess, it’s just leather and steel panties really.” She shifted, and Draco knew she was trying to get friction between her legs, even if she didn’t realize it; the potion was kicking in.

“There are two more pieces we will have to add,” Draco said, and slowly pulled out the plugs and placed them on the table. They were small, considering she was new to this, but it would help her get the small bit of arousal she was looking for to help her through the day.

Theo bit his lip and stayed quiet while he fidgeted at the side of the desk.

“These are—”

“One for your cunt and one for your arse,” Theo said. “They will provide a bit of fill for you so you don’t try to rub on everything you walk past.”

“You cannot be serious.” She was looking directly at Draco, now. The heat in her cheeks looked like blush.

Draco got to his feet. “Very serious, and we are running out of time. It won’t hurt, I promise, and I will transfigure your shirt so it is loose. No one will be able to see the outline of the belt this time. One day, when you are more comfortable in it, we will leave the tight skirt over it, so everyone knows you are locked up, and only we hold the key.” The thought alone made his cock rise in his trousers. “Take off your clothes.”

“All of them, sir?”

The moment she asked, Theo stood in excitement; they both knew they had her. She wanted to do this. She knew she could have said no, and he would have given her something to get through this; he always had a remedy that was less sexual.

“Yes, Granger, all of them.” Draco moved to the front of the desk and leaned, his favorite place to watch.

Hermione slowly pulled her unbuttoned blouse from her skirt and let it fall from her arms onto the floor. She stood in her skirt, thigh highs, and heels, with her breasts hanging heavily for them to see, before she turned her back to Draco.

He pulled her back by her hips, quickly undid the small clasp at the top of her skirt, and unzipped the back. She pushed her skirt down, stepping out of it as it hit the floor. Left in only her panties, she didn’t bother turning; she gripped each side and bent at the waist to put her arse up for their viewing pleasure. She pushed it down to her ankles before stepping out and dropping it onto her skirt.

“Stockings and heels?” She asked, turning to face Draco.

“No, those can stay on,” Theo said from where he was standing. He then looked at Draco, surprised at himself, and Draco laughed.

“Yes, correct, Granger, leave those on. Now we can do this one of two ways, with you standing or with you on the desk. I leave the choice up to you.”

“Oh, um, standing, I think.”

“Very well, we are going to do the anal plug first.” At the slight fear that showed in her eyes, he stopped. “Granger, I promise it is small, we will use lube, it will be alright.” She nodded and shifted herself again, her hand mindlessly moving to her breast to rub at her nipple. Theo pulled her wrist away gently.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that!”

“It’s the potion; it will keep happening if we don’t get things filled and covered. Come now, hands on the desk, bum up.”

Hermione moved to his desk, the spot he loved so much, and placed her palms flat on the surface, before bending slightly and spreading her legs.

“Theo, some lube, please,” Draco said, holding out his hand as if Theo were a nurse at his side. “Hermione, easy breathing, Theo will help you.”

Theo handed Draco a small bottle before his hand fell on Hermione’s. He gave her a big smile and showed her how to breathe in and out. She gasped when Draco’s fingers touched her arse, spreading the lube liberally over her entrance. “Relax, push out, don’t cletch.”

Draco pushed his finger in, and Hermione’s legs almost buckled as a moan filled the room. He slowly moved it in and out, covering her with the lubrication. “Too much?”

“It’s so good. So good.”

“Good girl, enjoy it, love.” He spent a few more minutes fingering her arse. They didn’t have much time, but the sound she was making made it difficult to stop. "Theo, the plug, please." Theo handed it to him, and he positioned it at the entrance of her arse.“Alright, a bit of pressure. Relax into it.” Once she nodded, he pressed the cool of the goblin steel against her arse and pushed. The plug slipped in easily with Hermione relaxed and halfway to an orgasm. He pushed it in past the flare and watched her body close around it. The end that would connect to the strap stayed out of her body with a beautiful emerald gem. “So beautiful.”

“Thank you, sir.” She reached for her clit, and started to rub as she stood up.

“You can only do that until we lock you in, but I will allow it now,” Draco said in her ear as he kissed her cheek. “You did very well, turn around, and slide up onto the desk, lay back.”

Hermione did as she was told, almost lost in the pleasure of being able to do what the potion wanted, to touch herself. Once she was on her back, he lifted her ankles and placed them up by her side, on the edge of the desk, so she was spread open for him.

“Theo, the plug please.” Draco ran his fingers gently through her cunt before sliding two in. “I don’t think you need any lube here, you're soaked.”

“Sorry, sir,” she said, her head falling to the side as her body rolled through a small orgasm from his touch and hers.

“It’s alright, you are doing so well.” He held out his hand for Theo to place the plug into. “This one is bigger, because I know you can take it; it’s also a softer material, like Muggle silicone.”

Hermione looked up at what he was holding for her. “It looks familiar, Sir.” Her fingers never stopped moving.

“I modeled it after my own cock, so you could have it with you whenever you wanted. It is slightly transformed for all-day wear, of course.”

“Oh, thank you, sir, I will enjoy that very much.” Her head fell back, and another small orgasm rocked through her.

“Alright, love.” Draco chuckled slightly. “Here we go,” He pushed the cock shaped plug into her, and earned a loud moan; she even pulled her feet slightly off the table. “Would you like to come first? Before we lock you up?”

“Please, Sir, please.”

“Alright, Theo, would you like to help her before she is locked in?”

“Yes, very much, sir.”

Drao let Theo take hold of the plug and moved to collect the belt. Theo started to fuck Hermione with it.

“Harder, Theo.”

“Hmm, not yet.” Theo moved it slowly in and out, while Hermione tried to get a purchase to push down onto it. “So greedy.”

“Yes, so greedy,” Hermione replied.

“Might be a bit of truth serum in this, I think,” Theo said to Draco, who nodded in reply. “Should I give her what she wants?”

“Give her the one; she will be denied all day. No more orgasms until tomorrow.”

Theo started to fuck her harder and faster with the dildo plug. It wasn't long before she was coming onto his fingers, her breathing heavy.

“On your feet, Granger.” Draco used his wand to clean her up a bit, as she stumbled to her feet and Theo steadied her. “Alright?”

“Yes, very good.”

“How do you feel?”

“Very full, but I need to come again, sir.”

“You cannot, no more. That was all you got today. You will have to practice self-control for the rest of the day; the belt will help you.”

“Alright,” she said, but her fingers moved to her clit immediately.

“Theo, if you would,” Draco asked, and Theo moved to hold Hermione’s hands behind her. “Alright, here we go.” Draco stepped in front of Hermione and slid the belt between her legs, pressing the connection of the gusset to the vaginal plug. He used his wand to secure it. “Spin her around.”

Theo spun her so her back was facing Draco and bent her slightly over. Draco pulled the belt through her legs and pulled the emerald gem through the slit designed for it. With his wand, he permanently connected them. Spinning her again, Theo helped Draco connect the back to the front. A small padlock of gobin steel was put through the loop at the front, locking her in. The key remained on a chain on Draco’s neck.

He stepped back and admired the belt. It was a bit too small, like most things he put on her, but he loved the way it held her in and kept her filled.

Theo helped her into the bra next, locking it with a key that was a duplicate of the one on her belt, and placed it around his neck.

“I can’t feel anything,” Hermione said, rubbing at the bra where her nipples would have been.

“That’s the point, Granger. Let’s get dressed, we need to leave.” Theo helped Hermione with her clothing, the same outfit she had on previously, all buttoned up and ready to wear out in the world.

Admiring the way the tight pencil skirt accentuated the padlock and the shape of the belt, Draco wanted nothing more than to leave it so he could look at it all day and know she was locked up, unable to please herself. He knew Theo wanted to look at it too, but he had promised he would loosen her skirt.

“Let me transfigure that skirt.”

“It’s--it’s alright, you can leave it,” Hermione said, running her hand down the front of her skirt where the lock was.

“Perfect. Thank you.”

Theo smiled and took her hand. “Are you comfortable?”

“Not at all, but it’s…exciting.”

Theo nodded. His smile became even wider. “Shall we?”

They spent the next few hours filing out paperwork at the ministry. While she was somewhat behaved, Theo had to hold her hand most of the time to keep them from wandering to the lock.

“Hey! I didn’t know you would be here today!” Harry called from the lobby as they made their way out of the lifts.

“Yes, we had some paperwork to fill out.”

Harry pulled her into a hug, pressing against her. His hand found the lock at her back, and he pulled away. “Everything alright?”

“Yes, it’s very good. How are things with Ron?”

Harry rolled his eyes and sighed. “I think that has officially come to an end.”

“Join us for lunch?” Draco called out and watched Hermione’s cheek blush. If Harry were single, he would not pass trying to get him involved in their little game. He knew Theo had a crush on Harry since they were at Hogwarts, and he was willing to do what he could to make that happen.

Harry agreed quickly; it seemed he missed his friend as much as Draco knew she missed him. They almost made it through the whole lunch before Harry asked about the locks.

“So what’s going on here? You have been dancing in your seat all night. You're locked in your bra? They are both wearing keys?”

“Harry, please, it’s nothing.” Hermione took a sip of her water.

“I know you enjoy things a little differently, Mione. You know I love your stories. I wish Ron were more exciting in bed.”

“He is truly a bore.”

“Truly.” They both laughed. “Come on, spill it.”

Hermione looked over at Draco. He knew she wouldn’t be able to say it out loud. “It’s a chastity belt and bra. Hermione was exposed to an unstable self-pleasure potion, and we felt this was the best way to protect her.”

Harry nodded to a sip of his beer. “With plugs.” Draco nodded. “Both?” He asked with a raised brow.

“Yes,” Draco smirked.

“Do they make them for men?” Harry looked up at Theo.

“They do,” Theo replied with a smile.

“I should have gotten one for Ron; maybe he wouldn’t have cheated.” Harry laughed. “Seems like you guys are really making this contract work for both of you.”

“It’s been working very well,” Draco said. “At least for me.”

Hermione sipped her water and looked up at Harry with a small smile. “It’s working well for me too.”

The rest of the day was spent walking the shops, with Harry as a tag-along. Theo and Harry ended up going their own way for dinner, and Draco took Hermione to a restaurant that was dim enough she could rock back and forth on the chair to get pleasure from the plugs inside her.

Draco had her home exactly at seven. “I’d like to draw you a bath.”

“That sounds lovely.”

“Do you feel we can take this off?” He gestured toward her garments, waving his wand to start the bath. The steam started to float into her bedroom.

“Oh yes, I think the potion wore off halfway through the day. We should have probably been taking notes.”

“Probably. Yet, you never asked for them to be removed.”

She shrugged and blushed in response. “May I undress, sir?”

“I’t past seven, Hermione, you don’t need to ask.”

She stood for a moment, biting at her bottom lip, and he knew she wanted to ask something that made her uncomfortable. “I like asking.”

“You’re killing me.” He ran his hand along the back of his neck. “I think for now, we should keep it—'“

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.” She hastily stripped out of her clothing and spun around so Draco could unlock her bra.

He didn’t want to take advantage of the situation, and until he knew her feelings for him were more than just this game, he would try his best to stick to the rules and the hours they had agreed to. He unlocked her bra, and she spun to face him, letting the bra hang from her fingertips. Draco took it and placed it at the end of her bed.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want you to ask, Hermione. I am afraid if I push you—”

“It’s not pushing, Draco.” She stepped forward, and he unlocked her belt.

“This might be uncomfortable, but it will be quick, and then you can soak in the bath.”

“Alright.”

He let the sides fall first, had her bend so her hands were on the bed, and slowly pulled out the plugs. He magically cleaned and placed the belt on the end with the bra. “Alright?”

“Yes,” Hermione spun to face him. “Just feeling a bit empty.”

As she walked toward the bath, he didn’t think she meant just from the belt, and he knew he needed to try and fill that hole in her heart, because he never wanted her to feel anything but loved.

Chapter Text

“I think I messed things up,” Draco said as he pushed deeper into Theo.

“Fuck, baby, do we have to talk about this now?” Theo pulled Draco down between his legs so he could kiss him. It was sloppy, wet, and quick. “I love you, but we have a short amount of time to test this out.

“I can fuck you, make you come, and talk about Granger all at the same time.” He squeezed Theo’s cock and pushed harder into him, fucking him at a harder pace. “I should have just kept the game going.”

“Draco, she's fine. Was she acting differently at work today?” He moaned, pulling his legs back as Draco pressed himself closer. His hands dropping to the side so he could get better leverage made Theo take hold of his own cock. He was so close to finishing.

“She was less into it. She let me dress her up, and she seemed to really like the new shorter skirt and see-through top. She moved in ways to show me her cunt and arse all day, but when I told her I had a potion to try, she was nervous.”

“Did you tell her it was a come-flavoring potion?” Theo pulled himself harder. The idea of watching Hermione lick come off Draco was such a turn on, he wished he had asked her to join them.

“No, I didn’t think I could ask her to do it. Fuck- baby, your arse feels so fucking good tonight.” He fucked Theo harder. “On top, love.”

They moved so Theo was riding Draco’s cock, and Draco was jerking Theo’s cock. “You look so good under me, sometimes, I think I should make you a bottom.” Theo moved faster, clenching around Draco, making his head fall back as a moan left his lips.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Draco called out, grabbing the base of his own cock, and letting Theo take his own. “I have been waiting to fill you all day.”

“So fuckig hot, baby.” Theo sank deeper, waiting for the hot come to fill him. He pulled and tugged on his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” Draco spilled into Theo; the hot spurts inside him made him reach orgasm. His come shot out in ribbons all over Draco’s stomach and chest, and a small bit hit his chin. “Mhmm, so good. Now, be a good boy and clean it up.”

Theo pulled off of Draco, straddling him, he lowered his mouth to Draco’s stomach, and licked along one long line of come. “Mmm,” he lifted his mouth, looking at Draco. “I think it works.” He lowered his mouth and licked up the come in Draco’s belly button.

“What does it taste like?” Draco threaded his fingers through Theo’s hair and pulled his head up to look at him.

“Let me think,” Theo lowered his head, and licked up the row of come between Draco’s abs. Looking up, her rolled it around on his tongue. “It’s a sweet of some kind. Reminds me of something, but I can’t place it.”

He let his finger run through the load around Draco’s nipple. Collecting it along the side of his finger, he lifted it to Draco’s mouth. “Help me decide,” he asked with a smirk.

“It’s your job to lick me clean, love.”

“Mhmm, and I do love it, but it is your potion we are testing; you should at least taste it.”

With a sigh, Draco opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Theo wiped his finger along it, watching the white fluid sit there for a moment before Draco closed his mouth around it and sucked his finger clean.

Theo returned to sucking the come off of Draco, while he tasted and rolled what he took of Theo’s finger into his mouth.

“Caramel,” Draco said.

“You’re fucking right, Caramel.” Theo rolled over onto his back next to Draco, having finished cleaning him off. “I think it works well.”

“Agreed.”

“I think she will come around. She was rejected, and it hurt.” Theo rolled onto his side. “ We just need to show her we love her, and maybe next time she asks to play outside the contract, you let her.”

“I don’t want to push it. What if it’s not real?”

“It’s real, Draco. I promise, it’s real.”

Chapter Text

Today had been a simple day at the office. Draco even had Hermione doing real work for the first time in a few days. She was worried that things had changed since she had asked him to continue playing after their contract hours had ended a few days ago.

That night, she stayed up until early morning thinking about it. She enjoyed him being the one to make the decisions, to choose for her. After so many years of making the decisions that people’s lives depended on, not having to make any was its own kind of pleasure. She didn’t want it to end at seven; she wanted it to be … more. So she took a chance, and she obviously shouldn’t have.

“I’m assuming you'll need to leave early tonight?” He asked, looking down at the watch she had gotten for him a few weeks ago. She loved that he wore it, even though it was Muggle in nature. When she asked if it bothered him, he responded, “Why would I? I love Muggle things.” She only wished she were one of those things.

Hermione turned, hands in her lap. She was dressed in a normal skirt suit, which was out of the ordinary. Since the night of the chastity belt, he had been dressing her like he did in the beginning, only once he had given her a shorter skirt. The games had been less involved, and when he had asked her to try a new potion, he immediately changed his mind. He never even told her what it was.

This morning’s skirt suit was a deep purple and was left hanging on the door of the wardrobe. None of that would have been strange if it didn't include a pair of knickers and a bra. They weren’t even lace.

"I don't think there’s a reason for me to leave early, Sir.” For a moment, Hermione wondered if she had forgotten something important he had asked of her, but she couldn't think of anything particular.

Draco looked up at her slowly, lowering the black rimmed glasses he had recently started wearing. She absolutely loved seeing him in them and was glad Theo had asked him to wear them after spending the day with Harry.

"I thought you might need time to get ready for the ball."

As a knock sounded at Draco's door, she suddenly remembered tonight was Luna Lovegood’s Moon Goddess Masquerade. Luna had been planning the ball for months to help promote her new shop. Hermione had promised to be there to support her and Neville.

"Come in," Draco called, leaning back in his chair. "Ah, Harry, thank you so much for coming on such short notice.”

“Of course, not a problem.” He turned and gave Hermione a little wave. “Hey, ‘Mione.”

“Hi, Harry.”

Harry dropped into the chair in front of Draco’s desk, turning it slightly so he could talk to both of them. “You have a dress for tonight already?”

“Oh, I um, hadn’t really thought about it.” She looked over at Draco and thought about the gowns that lined one side of her dressing room. “I’m sure I can find something.”

Harry nodded and turned to face Draco. “So what did you need so urgently?”

“I need to ask you a favor.”

Harry leaned forward in his chair. “Malfoy asking me for a favor? You keep surprising me. What’s the favor? I’m an Auror, so don’t ask for anything illegal.”

Draco chuckled and shook his head. “Nothing illegal. I need you to escort someone to the ball tonight for me.”

He rolled his eyes. “You want me to take ‘Mione? I figured you guys would be going together, I mean, since it’s a masquared, you could spend some time out of the office, I know you guys are keeping this thing quiet—”

“Harry!” Hermione covered her eyes.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I think the whole enemies-to-lovers thing is adorable. Plus, you are both oddly perfect for each other. The last time I saw you, you were so happy. I know you guys are worried about how the wizarding world will see it all, but you won’t have to worry tonight.” He shrugged and crossed his legs.

“You are correct, Potter.”

“Malfoy, shocking me again!” Harry said, laughing.

“I do plan on taking Hermione to the ball tonight.”

“You do?” Hermione asked.

“Yes, of course.” He turned back to Harry, and for a moment, she thought she saw hurt in his eyes. “Since I would like to take Hermione to the ball, that leaves Theo—”

“Your boyfriend,” Harry said with a smile.

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Sure, sure. I have no problem being Theo’s date tonight, as long as it’s not going to cause problems.”

“We have an open relationship. He’s allowed to be with other people, as long as we all agree.”

“And you, Draco Malfoy, agree that he can date me, Harry Potter?”

Draco pushed his seat back and got to his feet, fixing the sleeves of his shirt. Harry took it as a sign that the conversation was over and stood as well.

“Yes, I don’t have any issue with it, as long as you understand and accept everyone that is involved.”

Harry looked back at Hermione, still sitting in her chair, hands in her lap. She was too shocked at how open Draco was being, using the word relationship. Surely he was just talking about the three of them, but he never spoke about his relationship with Theo out loud; it was just something everyone in the lan understood, but didn’t discuss.

“I’m-,” He turned toward Draco. “You mean you, Theo, and ‘Mione.”

“Yes, while I won’t ever call Theo my boyfriend, he is mine, as is Hermione. If you were to join us, it would be all of us. I don’t need an answer now. Just something to think of while you are with Theo tonight.”

“Ah, yeah, thanks. I will think on it.” Harry made his way to the door, which Draco held open for him.

“You can floo into the Malfoy loft at six. Theo will be dressed and ready for you.” Draco said.

“‘Mione, you alright with this?” He asked from the door.

“Yes, you know I love you. I think you and Theo would be wonderful together.”

"See you tonight.” And with a nod, Harry was gone, and Draco shut the door.

She had heard her name in there. Draco had said she belonged to him. Did he just mean the contract? Did he mean something else? She didn’t understand what had just happened.

They were quiet for a moment before Draco slid his hands into his pockets. “I think we need to have a conversation about a few things, but for tonight, I would like to put that conversation on hold. Would that be alright?”

“Yes, sir.” No matter how much she wanted to understand what he was saying, what he was thinking, she was also afraid it would change things in a way that she was not ready for.

“I know this started as a contract, but if you would allow me, I would like to take you on a date tonight.”

A date with Draco Malfoy? If she had ever asked herself where she would be in ten years while she was at Hogwarts, being in a sexual contract, and going out on dates with Draco Malfoy would never have even entered into her mind, but somehow, it had become eexactlywhat she wanted. She wanted to be controlled but him, and to belong to him, but she wanted to know if he was willing to keep things the same, even outside the contract.

“I would like that, but I do have a request.”

Draco raised a brow, taking a step into the room. “What is it?”

“When I’m with you, and you are in control, I feel—safe. Being in public since the war has been a challenge for me; I get nervous quickly. Usually, I have Harry or Ron to help be the buffer I need. I know we will be in masks, but the anxiety remains.” He nodded for her to continue. “I know the last time I asked you were hesitant, but would you be willing to keep our dynamic in place for the evening?”

Draco ran a hand across his neck before he straightened his back. “I do think that’s one of the things we need to discuss, and I’m not saying no. I was going to ask you for a twenty-four-hour from our contract today, so yes, if you want me in control, I will do that for you.”

“Only because of the contract?”

“No, Hermione. Not only because of that, but I’d like to discuss that more at a later date, when I am more prepared and have a few things worked out.”

“Alright.” A wave of relief washed over her. It wasn’t a confession of love, or him saying he wanted a relationship, but at least she knew there was something else, something more than just the contract between them.

“Are you done with your tasks for the day?”

“Yes, sir. Everything you assigned has been completed.”

He held out his hand to her. “Let’s head back to the house so we can get you dressed.”

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He didn’t want to want to mess things up again. He had tried to ease up over the last couple of days to figure out what she was thinking and to make up for the way he reacted to her wanting more. Of course, he wanted more, but admitting emotions was not something Draco was comfortable with, or very acquainted with.

After a week of keeping things mild, he was ready to try for more. But not within the contract, he wanted something different, a date. It wasn't a crazy thing to ask a woman he had been sexually controlling for the last few months. Yet, he was terrified he was going to fuck this all up.

"Sir?” Hermione's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. She was waiting for him by her bedroom door. "Will you be joining me?”

“Yes, let's get you ready.”

Following her into the room, Draco put away his worry. She had asked him to be in control tonight, to keep the game going, and he was going to do just that.

"On the bed, Granger.” He kept moving toward the dressing room, but kept an eye out to see if she followed orders.

“Yes, Sir.”

Knowing that she followed his order, he smiled to himself and pulled the door open. There were more than a dozen gowns in the room, all would look stunning on her. He had Pansy buy anything and everything a Lady Malfoy would ever need, only a week after having signed the contract. Maybe he knew then that he was never going to be able to let her go.

After collecting a few dresses, undergarments, shoes, and accessories, he decided there was one more thing he wanted her to wear and brought it out with him, something to remind her he was there with her the whole night.

"That's a lot of dresses." Hermione's eyes were wide with excitement. "I get to try them all on?"

"Yes, Love. Up on your feet."

She got to her feet a little shyly. He was hopeful he could get her a bit out of her shell tonight; she had been doing so well with all the new things they had been trying.

Draco took a few steps forward to close the space between them and then dropped to his knee in front of her, holding out his hand palm up. “Shoe's first.”

"Sir, you shouldn't be on your knees for me.”

He looked up at her with a smirk on his face. “'I am the one in charge, Granger, and this is where I want to be. Now give me your foot before I have to punish you for misbehaving. "

He watched the heat rise in her cheeks. Merlin, he loved the way she looked. "What would you do?" She asked as she lifted her foot into his hand.

Slowly, he pulled her heel from her foot before putting it down. He tapped her other ankle for her to lift into his hand. “Tonight, I would most likely spank you, so you had to sit all night on a sore bottom and think about what you had done wrong.”

“I will behave, Sir.” Though the way she shifted herself to get some friction between her legs told him she was interested. He may have to add that to the schedule soon.

“I would hope so.” Taking his time, he wrapped both hands around her ankle and started to rub up her calf, to her thigh. “Though I would rather enjoy getting to punish you one day. Put your foot on my shoulder.”

Hermione lifted her leg, placing it on his shoulder, while his fingers fit around the top of her thigh-high stocking so he could roll it down her leg.

“I very much enjoy the thigh-high stockings, but am wondering how you feel about switching to garter belts next week.” He switched to her other leg, simply tapping to let her know. She listened so well, he praised her.

“I think that would be a nice change, sir.” She replied while he rolled down the other stocking and placed her foot back onto the floor.

Draco got to his feet, spun her by her hips, and undid her skirt before pushing it off her hips and helping her step out of it. Next, he removed her shirt, leaving her in just the undergarments he had provided that morning. A simple black set, he had put her in today to keep him from embarrassing her too much when Harry arrived. She looked amazing in everything he put her in, no matter how simple it was.

“Most of the dresses you won’t need a bra, and you won’t be wearing panties tonight. I want you bare under your dress except for one thing.”

He walked back over to the table where he had put everything he wanted her to try on and picked something up before walking back over to her and holding it out to her in his palm.

Her eyes fell to his hand, “Is that–” she looked up at him. “The anal plug from the chastity belt?”

“Yes, it is. It was so beautiful on you. I would love to see you in it again.”

“You want me to wear the whole thing?”

“No, it would show too clearly in the dresses, and I don’t think we are ready for that just yet, but I would like you to have a little something for the night. Will you wear it?”

She licked her lips, “Yes, sir. I will wear it.”

“Good Gil, finish undressing while I get a few things ready.”

Draco left her to undress, got the lube, and a few of the dresses to float over with him. When he turned around, she was already naked.

“Your body is perfect. This will just be a bit of decoration. It doesn’t hurt, just adds a bit of fullness.”

She nodded, running her hands on the outside of her thighs with nerves.

“Turn around, hands on the dresser.”

Such an obedient girl, she turned, placing her hands on the dresser, bent slightly, spacing her feet hip-width apart.

“Lube first.” He ran his lube-covered finger up between the cheeks of her arse. Hermione shivered, and he added a bit more, dripping it from the bottle to rub around her hole. “A bit of pressure.” He placed the plug against her, and when she nodded, he pushed in.

“Oh!” She clenched a bit against the intrusion. “That’s tight.”

“I didn’t work you first this time. Your body will adjust as the night progresses. A bit more.” He pushed it over the rounded edge and pressed the flared gem tight against her as her body closed around it. Stepping back, he admired her. “Absolutely perfect. Now, let’s try some dresses.”

Over the next hour, Draco dressed Hermione up in five dresses, all elegant, beautiful, and perfect for her, but he settled on a black dress with a back that hung so low the rise of her bum showed. He loved the idea that the gem was almost visible. The matching low-hanging front looked beautiful on her full, rounded breasts.

He found her a high pair of heels with an ankle strap and covered her in the jewels they had gotten from the vault on her, including the pins in her hair.

Once she was completely dressed, he left her to do her makeup while he changed his suit and went to help Theo get ready for his date with Harry.

When she came down the stairs to meet them, he didn’t think he could have done any better; she was perfect. Everyone would wonder who the goddess was, and he got to have her draped on his arm for the night.

“Your mask,” he used his magic to stick the lace masquerade mask to her face, and she giggled as the magic tingled her skin. “Perfect fit. No one will know it is you.”

“What about you, sir. You will need a mask as well.”

“I imagine seeing me in a mask may be an issue, so I was waiting for Potter to arrive.”

Her hand touched his arm lightly. All games are gone. “I know it’s not that mask, Draco. I know you wouldn’t do that to me. I’m alright.”

“You're sure?”

“Yes, very.”

Draco used his wand to magic a simple black mask over his eyes, looking at her once it was complete.

“Very handsome, not even a bit Death Eater.” She smiled and, in a shocking twist, kissed him on the cheek

─── ∘°💮°∘ ───

Hermione had known that Luna’s ball was going to be over the top, and it was. She had dancers on ribbons hanging from the ceiling, candles, gems floating in the ceiling, and magical instruments playing by themselves.

“Hermione! You look so beautiful.” Luna pulled her in for a hug and then looked to the man on her arm. “Malfoy, handsome as always.”

“You are not supposed to be able to tell who we are,” Hermione looked up at Draco, nervous that he would leave her now that people might recognize them.

“Oh, no one else will. I read your auras. You are both so bright tonight; whatever you have been doing is working! Now I must go before the nettles get loose! Enjoy your night!”

Hermione watched Luna dance away, stopping only to say hello to Theo and Harry, who were drinking wine on the other side of the dancefloor.

“They look good together,” Hermione said, looking up at Draco. His hand gently stroked her bare back.

“They do. Theo has had a crush on Harry for a long time. Since before we ever thought things like this would be possible.”

“Do you mean being with a person of the same sex? I had always imagined the wizarding world was rather accepting of different sexual preferences.”

Draco smiled. It lit up his face in a way that made his eyes seem more silver than grey. “Dance with me, Granger.”

He pulled her onto the dancefloor, keeping her near the edge where there were fewer people to possibly bump into her or notice her.

With his hand lightly resting on her lower back, he led her into an easy dance, one he knew she would be able to follow, but would make her feel like a princess.

“I meant things like this. Theo and I were Death Eaters on the wrong side of a war. We never, not in a million years, imagined we would get to have people like you dancing with us.”

“We do more than dance.”

He spun her a few more times around the floor, dipping her at the appropriate time, deep enough to make her snort a laugh, before he took her to the bar where Theo and Harry were to get her a drink.

“How is your night going?” Harry asked Hermione as she sipped on a glass of lemon water.

“Truly fantastic. It’s so much easier when people don’t know who we are.”

“Tell me about it. Ron is here, and I am extremely grateful he doesn’t know it's me. Though it would be nice to throw Theo in his face.”

“He always wanted to fuck him in eight year.”

“Wait your telling me weasel wanted this! Gross.” Theo pretended to shiver, then pulled Harry into his side, kissing his cheek. “I had my eyes set on someone else back then.”

“Did you?” Harry asked, and Theo replied with a nod, before Harry turned his sights on Draco. “How about you, Malfoy, any secret crushes during our eight year?”

Draco looked at Hermione, his eyes traveling down her body, before he looked back up to Harry. “Only one.”

“Right, well, I think I am going to take Harry and head back to our place,” Theo said, placing his empty drink on the bar behind him.

“Ron still hasn’t moved out.” Harry shrugged like it was something he didn’t really want to get into.

“Not a problem, I can find another room to sleep in tonight. You lads have fun.” Draco slapped Harry on the back and kissed Theo on the cheek.

“Love you,” Theo said, running his hand down Draco’s arm before looping it through Harry’s and heading for the floo.

“Would you like to dance again?” Draco asked as he put his own empty glass down.

“Actually, I was hoping we might head home as well.”

“Of course,” He took her glass and put it down, before resting his hand on her lower back to escort her to the floo. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yes, fine. Just ready to be alone.”

Draco tossed the floo powder with a smirk and called for their loft. The moment they landed, they could hear Harry and Theo moaning and screaming each other's names.

“Who do you think is the bottom?” Draco asked, following Hermione up the stairs.

“Theo,” she replied with a small chuckle. “Harry is rather controlling in bed.”

Draco stopped just outside her door, leaning against the wall. “You know this personally?”

“Yes, does that bother you?”

“Not at all, you fought a war together, it would be naive to think you did not find solace in each other during those times. Would you do it again?”

“If it happened, I wouldn’t be upset about it, but neither of us has romantic feelings for each other, so it would just be sex.”

“Understood. Would you like help getting undressed?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Draco motioned for her to enter the room, and he quietly shut the door behind him and cast a charm to mute the room. Hermione thanked him as the sound of Theo and Harry suddenly came to a halt.

“Will you be staying in here with me tonight? You did request twenty-four hours?” She asked as Draco moved to sit on the end of the bed.

“If that would be alright with you.”

She nodded, standing a few feet from him, waiting for his instructions. She had felt like a queen all night on his arm. She felt free not having to worry about anything, and she didn’t want it to end, not yet.

“How are you feeling? You wore that plug all night, dancing did it turn you on?”

No matter how much she hated to admit it, she enjoyed the feeling of it. Knowing Draco was the only one who knew it was there, who had put it there, had turned her on a great deal. “Yes, Sir.”

“Very good, I’m glad to hear that. I enjoyed knowing it was there. That with every movement of our dance, you were feeling it. That you were being pleasured throughout the night.”

“Thank you for giving it to me, sir.”

“Leave your mask on. Take off your dress so I can see it.”

Hermione pulled both of the thin straps at her shoulders off at the same time and let the dress fall to the floor before stepping out of it.

“How would you like me, Sir?”

“On the bed, face down, bum up.”

“Yes, sir.” She quickly walked to the bed and positioned herself the way he requested. The butterflies she always got when she felt exposed filled her belly as she raised her arse, and her core started to give small squeezes. She wanted something more to fill her.

The bed dipped as Draco climbed onto the bed behind her. Cold hands gripped each of her arse cheeks. “I don’t think I have seen many things this beautiful.” She pushed on her cheeks to expose more of her plug. “I think I might make you wear this to work on occasion.” His fingers trailed down the back of her buttom, to her thighs, and then gently brushed along her cunt.

Hermione moaned, her body shaking and bucking against the touch. “Mhmm, I was going to remove the plug and draw you a bath, but it seems you may need a bit of release. Would you like to come, Granger?”

“Please, Sir.” She whinged, pushing her core against his fingers.

He bliged and pushed his fingers inside of her. “Do you like that love. Feeling so full in both of your holes?”

“Yes, very much, sir.”

“You know, this is somewhat practice for what it would be like if Theo and I took you at the same time,” he added, another finger, fucking her harder. “Would you like that, being fucked by both of us?”

“Oh, gods, yes.”

He spanked her bottom, one quick slap.

“Sir!” She moaned, pushing back on his fingers again. “Yes, sir.”

“Good Girl,” Draco got to his knees, and with the hand that was not fingering her, he undid his belt and his zipper, pulling his now hard cock out. “Shall we start to prepare you then?” He pulled his fingers out and placed the head of his cock against her entrance.

“Oh! Fuck-Yes, sir.”

“Good. If it hurts, say yellow and I will slow down, red and I will stop.” She nodded, and he slapped her cunt with his cock. “Use your words, Granger.”

“Yes, I understand, sir.”

“Good Girl,” and without any further notice, he shoved into her.

“Fuck! Oh, my! Oh.”

Draco kept pushing, she knew her words, and wasn’t too deep into any kind of headspace to use them ss he started to move at a faster pace.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“So, full sir. So good.”

“Mmm, and think how big Theo is compared to this small plug.” He took his right hand off her hip, and tugged at the plug a bit until she started to shake. “Going to come, love.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Ask nicely.”

“May I come, sir?”

He pulled and pushed at the plug in her arse while he fucked her a bbi harder, she kept moaning nonsensical words.

“Please, sir, please, allow me to come.”

'“Alright, since you have begged so nicely, you may do what you need to come.”

She pushed back against him, taking control of the motions. She pushed him deep into her, and within a few strokes, she was coming all over his cock.

The clench and release made it tight work for Draco, as she started to collapse after or orgasm. “Stay up, love, or you will finish with your mouth. I want to fill your cunt with my come tonight, and know it's there while I sleep next to you.”

“Yes, sir. I’ sorry, sir,” she adjusted her knees so she was up higher again, and he fucked her with a relentless pace.

"Fuck, you feel so good.” It only took him a short while until he pulled her hips back, pushing in as far as he could and filling her with his come.

He pulled out carefully and helped her turn over onto her side, bending her legs so he could continue to look at the plug as well as her come-covered cunt. He lazily ran his fingers through it, pushing it back in as it leaked out.

“Do you want children, Granger?”

“I do, sir,” she replied, her voice sleepy, a yawn at the end of her statement.

“We should get you cleaned up, so you can sleep.”

“Morning,” she mumbled and pulled his arm over her waist. “In the morning.” She yawned again, and he was sure she was asleep.

Using his wand, he removed her mask and his. transfigured his suit into pajamas and cleaned her up the best he could without soap and water. He accio’d a muscle relaxant and a headache cure for the morning and a bottle of water, before covering her with a blanket.

‘Good night, Hermione.”

“Night, Draco.”

Chapter Text

Draco knew he was falling for Hermione. There was no way around it. He had to hope that she felt something for him beyond the contract and that she would want to stay with him after all this was over.

Harry being with Theo had given Draco a new avenue into learning about Hermione. It helped that Harry was very forthcoming with suggestions after a good orgasm on how Draco could show Hermione he could care for her.

“Hermione likes discipline,” Harry said, lying on his back, hands over his head, his cock - which was larger than Draco had thought it would be, lay half hard along his thigh. Draco was still in the chair he had enjoyed the show from, fully dressed with a whiskey in his hand.

“Why’s that, Potter?”

“If you can catch her making a mistake, punish her for it, it will show you care about her. Helping her become better.”

Draco wasn’t sure it was actually going to work. He knew she liked being put on display, that she liked being told she was a good girl, but he had never punished her before, not really. Never had a reason to, but he knew this was a part of the play he enjoyed immensely. Of course, he would always have it with Theo, but he wanted everything with Hermione as well.

Today, he was going to test out how she felt about being punished. He had given her a task that was impossible to complete, so he could punish her for it. She was asked to get five ingredients from the lab’s garden, and one did not exist. If she told him it was not possible, he would let it go. If she agreed she had made a mistake and that she should be punished, he would push through and keep a close eye on her emotions throughout.

“Granger.”

She looked up immediately from her desk, turned her hands in her lap. “Yes, Sir?”

He had four of the five herbs she was supposed to get on his desk. He looked at each one slowly. “I believe there were five things on my list.”

She pushed her knees together, her eyes cast down a bit. He had dressed her in his favorite outfit today, a sluty version of a Hogwarts uniform, without the robe or vest. The shirt was tight, and he had stopped giving her a bra so he could see her nipples through the fabric. He had given her white lace panties today.

“Yes, Sir.”

“But I do not have a fifth item, do I?”

“No, sir,”

“And do you know what happens when you do not complete a task I have given you?”

“Yes, sir, I do.”

“What is it then, tell me.”

“I am to be punished.”

“Correct. Come here.” He pointed to the pillow next to his chair.

She walked over and sank onto the pillow on her knees.

He turned to her. “There are many punishments; however, since you have only made this one mistake, I will be lenient on you and let you choose. Your options are a spanking, with my hand, on your bare bottom and cunt. Or a spanking with a paddle, over your skirt on just your bottom.”

“I will accept whatever punishment you think I deserve, sir. Only good girls should be allowed to choose.”

“Very well. Hands on the desk.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You will learn your lessons. I do not enjoy punishing you, Granger, but it has to happen. You understand.”

“Yes, sir.”

He moved her hips so her bum was further in the air, and pulled her skirt down, leaving it around her ankles, then pulled her panties down to her mid-thighs. “Do not let those fall; if you do, a new punishment will be added.”

“Yes, sir.” She spread her legs further to keep her panties up.

“If it becomes too much, use your safeword from the contract, or the color red.”

“Yes, sir.”

“How many things were on my list?” He asked, and before she could answer, his hand came down hard onto her left cheek. It instantly blossomed with red.

“Four, sir,” she grunted out.

“Correct, what was the first one?” Another slap to the same spot had her yelp from the sting.

“S-saphrone.”

“Good girl, the second.” He slapped her right cheek this time. Her body moved forward, and she had to adjust her legs to keep her panties up.

“Palmer oil”

“Good, very good.” This time, it was two slaps to the same spot in quick succession that had her cry out. “The third.”

Her breathing was heavy now, her mind falling away from the pleasure of the pain. “Um, ah, onion.”

“Yes, correct. Now,” He squeezed her cheek, hard, pulling it before letting it go and slapping her again. “The fourth.”

“mushroom root.”

“You are doing so well, almost done. Now up on the desk. Legs open.”

Hermione turned and slid onto the desk, lying back. She lifted her legs, making sure to keep her panties around her knees as she did.

“Good,” Draco used his wand to vanish her panties, and pushed her knees wide. “The hardest part now is going to be keeping your legs open. It is going to be three quick slaps, then I will let you breathe, and we will go again for two more, so you can remember the number five.”

She nodded and opened her legs wider.

“What was the fifth item?” He didn’t wait for a response. Three quick slaps directly to her cunt in quick succession had her moaning and crying out, her legs shaking to stay open. “Answer, love.”

“Golden u-unicorn tears.”

“And do they exist?” He asked, another hard slap, a moment for her to catch her breath, and then another.

“No. No, it does not.”

Draco rubbed his hand along her bright red, swollen cunt. “Very good, very, very good. Now up you go.”

Hermione got to her feet, and Draco wiped the tears from her face. “I will care for you after your punishment ends, but you must sit still for the rest of the day, and remember how your punishment feels. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I am proud of you; you took that very well. Now go sit, and finish your work.”

An hour went by, and Hermione kept fidgeting in her chair. Naked from the bottom down, he could clearly see the red that still covered her bottom.

“Granger, you are being very distracting. You were told to sit still.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

Draco moved to the front of the desk, where he liked to watch her from. “I do not think you understand punishments just yet. I think you may need another since you are still not listening. Crawl to me.”

Hermione, for the first time, looked a bit shocked when she turned to him, but she did not hesitate to leave her chair, drop onto all fours, and crawl toward him. He lifted his wand and vanished her shirt so he could watch her breasts hang and swing while she crawled.

“Good girl, sit.”

She dropped her bottom and sat her hands still on the floor in front of her.

‘Your punishment will be worse, now that it is your second in a day.”

“Yes, sir.”

“On all fours again,” Draco said, before he accio’d a riding crop into his hand. “Legs open.” He hit her inner thigh with the crop, causing her to flinch before she opened her legs wider.

He circled her, and when he got to her side, he slapped the crop against her nipple. She gasped.

“You are to remain as quiet as possible; this is an office, or I will be forced to gag you.”

She nodded.

“You will stay in that position unless I tell you to move. Your punishment will end at seven and not a moment before.”

She nodded again and bit her cheek against another slap to her breast.

He continued to circle her, sharp, quick taps to her breast, thighs, and bottom. Her arse and cunt were already burning from being spanked; she thought the added pain would be too much, but she was dripping.

“Another circle, and I will give you a break.” He walked around her, a slap to her breast and nipple, before doing the same to the other side. One on each arase cheek, one on each thigh. She remained quiet through it all, that was until he slapped the crop against her clit. She couldn’t help but cry out.

"Oh, Granger, you are having a very hard time being a good girl today.” He moved and bent so he was squatting in front of her. With a flick of his wrist, her lace panties were hanging from his fingers. “Open your mouth.”

She complied, and a moment later, she felt the lace being pushed into her mouth. He lifted her chin to close her mouth around the fabric. “Now we need to start over.” He made the same circle with the crop before reminding her to stay the way she was befor he went back to work while she stayed exposed for him. Until the door started to push open, and Theo walked in. He quickly shut the door behind him.

“Oh, sweet girl, you look delicious all marked up like that.”

“She is being punished, Theo. Granger, stand up, and show Theo what you got.”

She was thankful to be off her knees and did a little spin to show him.

“She has about twenty minutes left. Would you like to freshen up her bottom before we leave for the night?

“More than anything, yes, sir.”

“Take the reins then,” Draco leaned back in his chair, undid his belt, and pulled out his cock.

“Oh, perfect. Let’s replace that gag. Granger, if you would, please, come here.”

Hermione stepped forward and opened her mouth. Theo pulled out the panties and placed them on the desk. “Good Girl, I think you need a new gag. Draco’s cock should do nicely.”

Hermione got down on her knees in front of Draco, landing on the pillow he always kept there felt better than being on the floor.

His fingers stayed wrapped around his erect cock, stroking lazily while he watched her.

Theo threaded his fingers through Hermione’s hand and pushed her forward. “Take him as deep as you can love, and let him do the work."

Hermione opened her mouth, and as her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, Draco ran his fingers into her curls to wrap around Theo’s. Together they pushed down until her lips met Draco’s pelvis.

“Fuck that’s so hot. Your mouth is so sexy stretched around our man’s cock like that.” He let go of her hair and placed both hands on her hips, lifting her ass into the air. Draco started to pump into Hermione’s mouth, lazy in a way, letting her jaw get used to the stretch.

“Look at how pretty and red your arse is,” Theo said, rubbing her bum in little circles, before lightly slapping it to add his own mark. “Mmm, so pretty.” He added another, and she moaned around Draco, her body shifting forward, forcing her to take him a bit deeper.

“I think since Theo has been nice enough to help you learn your lesson, that you should allow him some pleasure in return, don’t you agree, Love?” Draco asked, pulling Hermione off of him so she could breathe and reply. He wiped the spit from her mouth and chin with his thumb as Theo continued to run small circles on her bottom.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Would you let him fuck your cunt while I fuck your face?”

“Yes, Sir,” Draco knew by the shake of her voice that she was aroused and excited at the prospect; he didn’t need to read her mind to know that she wanted this.

“Good Girl,” He gripped his cock and rubbed it along her lips. “All the way down.”

Draco’s hand went back into Hermione’s curls, pushing himself deep into the back of her throat until he felt it start to tighten around him, trying to push him back out. He stayed there for a moment, watching the tears build in her eyes before he eased up.

Theo gripped Hermione’s hips and lined himself up with her cunt. She was already soaked, ready and waiting, pushing herself back against empty air, looking, and begging to be filled.

“Such a greedy girl you are,” he said, lining up with her entrance, and the next time Draco pushed deep into her throat, Theo slammed into her cunt.

The two of them moved at a relentless pace, using her for the pleasure they were chasing. Theo knew his fingers were going to leave a mark on her hips from how hard he was gripping her. Draco was pushing so far back it was a messy, sloppy blow, but Hermione moaned and shook and came and never complained.

Draco continually checked in with her, waiting for her to nod that she was alright before he went again, but he didn’t hold back once he was in control again.

“I’m so close,” Draco said. “Do you think we can fill her together?”

“Fuck, baby, that is so hot.” Theo pushed in deep, and Hermione cried out around Draco. “Would you like that, love, having our cum fill you all up?”

Hermione nodded the best she could and leaned her bottom back against Theo.

“She wants it so bad,” Draco replied, looking over her arched back to Theo, before they both started their relentless pace again.

Theo lost control first, gripping her tight and sealing her arse against him, so he was as deep as he could get. “You feel that love, someday we will both fill you like this at the same time, but for now you’ll get both of us like this.”

“Fuck, T, you know I love it when you talk like that.” Draco held Hermione while he emptied his pleasure into her mouth. Letting go of his hold so she could control it.

When they had both given her every drop they had to offer, they both pulled out.

Draco lifted Hermione’s chin as Theo helped her lie on her pillow. “You did so well today, Granger. I am so proud of you. You took your punishment like a good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Now, since it is just about seven, and our time together is over, I will have to ask for one of our twenty-four-hour slots, so that we can care for you.”

“Oh, I’m fine.” Hermione wiped away the mascara from under her eyes.

“I have no doubt that you are, love, but after care is important, will you allow me to care for you tonight?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Wonderful,” He leaned forward and kissed her lips gently. “Your mouth looks so beautiful, swollen and wet with my come, did you enjoy that?”

“Very much.”

Chapter Text

There were times in Hermione’s life when she surprised herself with the things she had been able to do. Like riding a dragon out of Gringotts, or destroying a Horcrux, but since the war, nothing had been as exciting as when she was younger.

Being with Draco was exciting, dangerous, and titillating in so many ways she couldn’t keep up. Never knowing what potion would go wrong, if he would be playful or strict, was something she had grown to love. The anticipation had her wet before she pulled her dressing gown on for the day.

It was all supposed to be just a bit of fun, she knew that, but she also knew things were changing. He was asking for more after hours, took her to the ball as a date, and even told Harry that she belonged to him.

Yet, sitting on a pillow at the side of his desk, leaking come from both of them, she was still too afraid to ask. She didn’t want the answer to be nothing; Not from Draco, or Theo.

Hermione felt hands gently pulling her hair back, and she let her head fall to look up at Theo behind her.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, running his fingers gently through the knots in her hair.

“I’m fine.” She smiled at him, letting her face fall back toward Draco standing from the chair in front of her.

“That’s not how this works, love. You agreed to let us care for you.” Draco held out his hand for her and helped her to her feet. She immediately felt Theo’s arousal spilling down her thigh. “Talking through the experience is important. Knowing how you feel, what you liked, and what you didn’t. It will help us all enjoy more in the future. Let’s go and get you cared for.”

The moment they came through the floo, Theo used his wand to start the shower, letting the steam flow under the bathroom door. Hermione was given water and a muscle relaxant by Draco as she walked past him toward the bathroom.

“This bathroom is beautiful. I have never seen a shower this large before I moved in here.” Hermione said as she climbed into the shower. A moan released as the hot water hit her sore muscles.

“We need space for a lot of people,” Theo replied with a smile. Quickly pulling off his clothing and tossing them onto the floor, he bounced into the shower, playfully grabbing Hermione around the waist and kissing her neck.

“Harry would love this, he has a thing for pretty showers and baths,” She said over her shoulder, earning another kiss before he reached around her to grab the soap.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Draco going through some of the cabinets and collecting things, still fully dressed. “Are you joining us?” She asked, causing him to turn and lean against the sink.

“I would love to, but I’m going to prepare a few things here for you, for when you’re done. Theo will take good care of you.” A sad little smile, and he was out of the room.

“Did I say something wrong?” She asked.

Theo used the soapy lufa to start gently washing Hermione’s back and arms. “Of course not. You have been absolutely perfect tonight.” He moved down her back and carefully washed her bum. She flinched slightly. “Too painful?”

“Not really, I ‘m sure sitting won’t be too much fun tomorrow through.”

“Draco will heal it all, that’s what he is getting ready. Did you enjoy it, though? Honest answers.”

“I did. I like… well, never mind.” It was simply too embarrassing to discuss.

Theo spun her around, washing her chest, being extra careful with her nipples and where the small red marks from the riding crop still lived. She sighed when he made contact with them. The muscle relaxers were working, and she was grateful that the pain in her jaw was subsiding.

“I’m not going to push you, but there is nothing you can say that would be a shock, or uncomfortable, or make me think anything other than how amazing you are. So please don’t feel ashamed. We all enjoy different things, or the same things; we don’t know unless we discuss it.”

She nodded; she understood that logically. They had been intimate for months at this point; they had done many things people would find ‘kinky’, and she had truly enjoyed all of them. She shouldn’t be ashamed or concerned to talk about it, but maybe she just needed to go a bit slower.

Theo washed her hair, taking his time to massage her scalp and work in a deep conditioner to help with any knots created by him and Draco’s fingers, using her hair as a handhold.

When he was done, he rinsed her hair out. “I am going to step out so you can finish cleaning. I’ll be right outside the door. If you feel dizzy or need anything, just call for me.” He kissed her cheek and left the shower.

Taking her time, she scrubbed where he had been too gentle, enjoying the sting of the marks they had left behind. Her mind replayed each of the moments as she did so. Gently, she cleaned her sorest area and rinsed well with warm water.

The size of Theo’s cock was something that would take time to get used to; he was just so large that if it wasn’t for the muscle relaxer, she imagined she wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.

She opened the shower door to find Draco leaning against the sink with a towel draped over his arm. The moment she took a step toward him, he opened it up and started drying her off. His movements were tender and careful to avoid causing her any discomfort, but were also quick and calculated. Once she was dry, he wrapped her in a butter-soft cotton dressing gown.

“We have dinner ready for you.” Draco ushered her to the couch, where there was a slew of fuzzy, warm blankets and a table full of food in front of it. Theo was already in a pair of pajama pants and no shirt, sitting on the couch with a blanket half in his lap. He patted the seat next to him twice.

Hermione climbed into the pile of blankets, and Draco covered up her legs before sitting next to her. “I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for, so I got a bit of everything.”

“This is lovely, thank you.” Hermione took a couple of pieces of cheese, meat, and fruit and filled her plate. Theo added more of the meat and a few crackers, making her laugh.

“You must eat and rehydrate. You had a tough day today at work,” Draco handed her another glass of water, letting her sip it before he took it back and placed it on the table.

Leaning back against the couch, Draco lazily used his magic to make the piano in the corner of the room start to play some light music, the fire flared a bit brighter, and some of the scones lit before he called a book into his hand and started to read it out loud.

After they all finished eating, Hermione curled up into Theo’s chest, his fingers running idly circles along the side of her arm, her collarbone.

Hermione rested her legs across Draco’s lap as he read. After a few chapters, Draco let the book float in front of him while he massaged her feet until the book was over.

“That was a lovely story,” Hermione yawned and pushed herself up from where she was against Theo, pulling her feet from Draco.

“I think you're about to crash, so let’s get you into bed and healed up so you can sleep.” Draco helped Hermione to her feet, only for Theo to wrap her up in his arms and carry her to the bed. “On her belly first, T.”

“Of course, sir.” Theo smiled and lay her down on the bed, fixing the pillows under her head.

“I am going to lift your dressing gown, alright?”

“Mhmm, yes,” Hermione said, eyes closed and sleepy. She was hardly feeling any of the pain, and she was so relaxed. She couldn’t remember a time when she had felt so carefree.

Draco gently moved her dressing gown and spread warm paste over her bottom; if she wasn’t so tired, it would have been incredibly arousing. He massaged it gently into each spot where he had spanked her.

“You looked so beautiful with your bottom red. I would very much enjoy it if next time I got to spank you in my lap. Would you like that?”

“Yes, I think I would.”

He moved to the other cheek. “Was any of it too hard?”

“No, I enjoyed it.”

“Good, you were such a good girl. Spread your legs for me, Love.” She complied, opening her legs. Loving the way both men sighed and moaned when they got a sight of her. The way they admired her was something she never thought she would tire of.

Draco gently rubbed the paste in, spending probably more time than he needed to. “How about here? Did you like being spanked here?”

“Very much.” Draco gently tapped and moved her legs to help her turn over onto her back, keeping her legs open. He moved to place the cream around her clit. She shivered at the contact. “That feels nice.”

“That’s good, Love. Would you want a spanking here again?”

“Yes, but–” she stopped blushing. Theo rubbed her arm, nodding for her to continue. “A bit more, maybe.”

Draco smiled, letting hands hand roam up her stomach to push her dressing gown open to expose her breasts. “We can add more of that the next time.”

“Alright,” she liked her lips, squirming as he played with the cream on her nipples. “Maybe, more of that as well?”

“More nipple play?” Draco asked, a bit of surprise on his face.

“If that would be alright.”

“Yes, of course. Your nipples are so perky and perfectly suckable.” To prove his point, he pulled one into his mouth and sucked on it a bit before pulling it off. “One more healing spell and I will let you sleep.

Draco spent the next few minutes casting a healing spell on her sore joints, her jaw, knees, and hips. By the time he was done, she felt like jelly. He gave her a it more water, and slipped off the side of the bed. “Would you like a nightgown or to sleep in your dressing gown?”

“Can I sleep in nothing? These sheets are so soft.” She nuzzled into the sheets, causing Theo to chuckle.

“Can I join you in the nude?” Theo asked, and Hermione nodded enthusiastically without opening her eyes.

Theo stripped off his pants, jumped into bed, and helped Hermione out of her gown. She snuggled against his side, placing her head onto his chest.

“Mhmm, so warm.”

Draco quickly changed into a full pajama set and climbed in behind her. She rolled over so she was lying with her head on his chest, and Theo spooned behind her.

“You’re always dressed,” she ran her fingers through his buttons to touch his skin.

“Not always, and I have scars, Hermione.”

“Your Sectumsempra scars are beautiful.”

“Not all my scars are physical, love.”

“I have scars too, Draco, and I am not afraid of yours.”