Written for Valentine's Day 2012 Challenge Prompt 7
Title: Her Mysterious Abductor, Her Secret Something
Author: crissytje
Rating: R
Word Count: 1499
Notes/Warning: It’s rated R for something. The prompts were cupid, Incarcerous and panties.
Hermione left the ministry in a very foul mood. For the first time in a few weeks she had left early instead of staying after hours. She hated cupid for creating so many lovey-dovey couples. All her female coworkers had gotten something for Valentine today except her. They had gotten chocolate and/or Valentine’s cards and/or flowers. Normally she wouldn’t care except it was really humiliating being on the receiving end of those pitying looks. Whenever she came into the room all talks about who’s boyfriend had given what to who or their plans for the evening had halted immediately. The change of subjects were too abrupt to be coincidental. She had had to grind her teeth to stop her from snarling at them.
She needed a walk to calm herself, that was why she hadn’t apparated to her home directly. Suddenly she became aware of somebody following her. Her heartbeat accelerated and she shook her sleeve inconspicuously to let her wand glide into her hand. She pulled her hair over her left shoulder so she could glance over her right one unsuspiciously. Nobody. She dropped her handbag and when she bend over to pick it up she looked under her left armpit to check out the situation. Nothing. She frowned. She looked left, then right and then turned around to look behind her. Not a single person next to her nor behind her following her. Was she getting paranoia? She took a deep breath to calm her breathing and turned back around to continue her walk. But the feeling of being watched didn’t disappear.
“Don’t panic Hermione.” She muttered under her breath. “Look for a dark alley and apparate home immediately.”
When she spotted one a few meters further on the right side, she quickened her steps. On the way there she threw a few glances behind her shoulder just to make sure there was still no one behind her. When she reached the alley she tried to apparate. But nothing happened.
She cursed. Anti-apparation wards. There was someone there because someone must have putted it there and that person was a wizard or a witch. Maybe even a dangerous one. She drew her wand and cautiously made her way backwards out of the alley. A rustle startled her and made her turn back around, stunning spell on her tongue. A sudden movement made her act.
“Stupify”
“Petrificus Totalus”
Her body froze up and while she began to fall she wondered if her spell had reached its target. But when she was caught against a broad male chest she knew she had failed. She hadn’t even seen her attacker and how the hell had she managed to get caught. She had survived a damn war for Merlin’s sake.
Her attacker’s arms encircled her body and pulled her tightly against him. She felt his head drop and then his mouth against her ear.
“Sttt.” He whispered. “It’s ok. I mean you no harm.”
‘What do you mean you mean me no harm. You have me body-bonded.’ She thought angrily. ‘It’s almost as bad as an Incarcerous.’
“It’s only because you would never willingly go with me.” He continued.
‘And with reason, look at what you did to me. When I get loose I’ll make sure-’
But she never got to finish her thought. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled away in a Side-Along Apparition. So he had lifted the anti-apparation wards, which means he was the one that had put them up.
The first thing she noticed when they had landed was the soft carpet under her feet. Then she noticed the exquisite antique mahogany furnitures, the beautiful carved wardrobe, the large book case filled with books taking most part of one wall, the two Louis XVI chairs coated with green velvet on each side of the window and of course the king size bed in the middle of the room. What she didn’t see was her abductor and it looked like that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon because a silk shawl was being draped over her eyes.
“I’ve wanted you for a very long time Hermione” He whispered huskily.
“You’ve always caught my eyes, making sure they could never leave you.” He sighed and stroked her arms tenderly.
“I kept waiting for the right time, watching. But my patience finally ran out.”
Oh great. Someone that was obsessed with her. Just her luck. Why couldn’t some normal nice guy fall in love with her. She was smart, successful, friendly, some even say funny and her hair had gotten less fluffy. She was a good catch right?
“I’m sorry for the blindfold but I still don’t want you to know who I am. I’ll make it up to you by bringing you to heights you've never been. That's a promise.” He continued while gently pushing her forward. From what she had seen of the room, she had a sinking feeling that it was in the direction of the bed. And indeed she was right, the moment he turned her around and pushed her onto something soft en silky her suspicion was confirmed. The bed it was.
With a quick spell she was both naked and bonded to the bedposts with silk scarfs.
The first kiss sended a shiver through her body, it had been too long and she blamed it on that. His mouth went from her lips to her earlobe, sucking and rolling his tongue around it while his hands were caressing her fingers, then going up the length of her arm to her shoulders. The mouth didn’t linger on her ear, it kissed its way down her jaw to the place on her throat where her Carotid artery was and began licking and sucking there. It was only when she heard herself moan that she realized that the body-bind had been lifted. He continued with his ministrations, his hands now moved to her breasts, softly massaging them while his mouth followed, kissing its way down, licking the hollow of her throat then going to her right breast and taking her nipple into his mouth. One swipe with his tongue. Then a suck. And then a soft blow. He repeated with the left one.
She should struggle now right?
His hands were now caressing their way down her body, making round circles on her belly.
This was technically rape right? But she couldn’t help herself but give another moan. She scolded herself for it.
His mouth now left a trail of open mouthed kisses to her belly button and encircled it with his tongue. In. Around. Blow.
She should scream now right? Trash her body up and down to try to get him of her. But somehow she couldn’t. It felt too good. It was like he was worshipping her body. Nobody had ever done that. Ron was all about taking, but he was all about giving. His arousal was very evident against her leg and even though he sometimes rubbed himself against her to relieve some of the tension he only thought of her pleasure. And she wanted that pleasure so badly.
Her hips writhed of their own volition, her body demanding him to go lower. So he obliged.
___
When she woke up the next morning her eyes were free to see again. She turned to the person sleeping next to her and found him smiling and then smirking at her.
"So, did you like your Valentine's present?" Draco drawled. "Though I must admit, my dear wife, you really have some wicked fantasies. Me being a longtime secret fancier dying to worship your body?" He chuckled softly.
She smiled a sated smile thinking about last night and how he had made her body sing.
"No more wicked than me being your bought sex slave, my dear husband" She grinned but then she sobered.
"You were right."
"About what?"
"I also don't want to hide our marriage anymore."
"What made you change your mind?"
"I’ve thought about what you said and you were right. It's time to face our friends together and let the truth out into the world. Our marriage is too precious to be a dirty little secret. And I think we're now strong enough, our relationship is now strong enough to overcome any difficulties thrown our way."
That being left out yesterday gave her the last push she had needed for making that decision she was never going to tell him. It was going to be her little dirty secret that she was going to take to her grave. Call her vain but she had her pride and like every girl she also wanted to brag. She had never said she was perfect.
"It's not because of yesterday?" He asked suspiciously.
She hated that he knew her so well. Best to change subject.
"So Draco, where did you leave my panties? Don't tell me you ‘forgot’ where you threw them again, I swear you have a treasure box full of my knickers."
Author: crissytje
Rating: R
Word Count: 1499
Notes/Warning: It’s rated R for something. The prompts were cupid, Incarcerous and panties.
Hermione left the ministry in a very foul mood. For the first time in a few weeks she had left early instead of staying after hours. She hated cupid for creating so many lovey-dovey couples. All her female coworkers had gotten something for Valentine today except her. They had gotten chocolate and/or Valentine’s cards and/or flowers. Normally she wouldn’t care except it was really humiliating being on the receiving end of those pitying looks. Whenever she came into the room all talks about who’s boyfriend had given what to who or their plans for the evening had halted immediately. The change of subjects were too abrupt to be coincidental. She had had to grind her teeth to stop her from snarling at them.
She needed a walk to calm herself, that was why she hadn’t apparated to her home directly. Suddenly she became aware of somebody following her. Her heartbeat accelerated and she shook her sleeve inconspicuously to let her wand glide into her hand. She pulled her hair over her left shoulder so she could glance over her right one unsuspiciously. Nobody. She dropped her handbag and when she bend over to pick it up she looked under her left armpit to check out the situation. Nothing. She frowned. She looked left, then right and then turned around to look behind her. Not a single person next to her nor behind her following her. Was she getting paranoia? She took a deep breath to calm her breathing and turned back around to continue her walk. But the feeling of being watched didn’t disappear.
“Don’t panic Hermione.” She muttered under her breath. “Look for a dark alley and apparate home immediately.”
When she spotted one a few meters further on the right side, she quickened her steps. On the way there she threw a few glances behind her shoulder just to make sure there was still no one behind her. When she reached the alley she tried to apparate. But nothing happened.
She cursed. Anti-apparation wards. There was someone there because someone must have putted it there and that person was a wizard or a witch. Maybe even a dangerous one. She drew her wand and cautiously made her way backwards out of the alley. A rustle startled her and made her turn back around, stunning spell on her tongue. A sudden movement made her act.
“Stupify”
“Petrificus Totalus”
Her body froze up and while she began to fall she wondered if her spell had reached its target. But when she was caught against a broad male chest she knew she had failed. She hadn’t even seen her attacker and how the hell had she managed to get caught. She had survived a damn war for Merlin’s sake.
Her attacker’s arms encircled her body and pulled her tightly against him. She felt his head drop and then his mouth against her ear.
“Sttt.” He whispered. “It’s ok. I mean you no harm.”
‘What do you mean you mean me no harm. You have me body-bonded.’ She thought angrily. ‘It’s almost as bad as an Incarcerous.’
“It’s only because you would never willingly go with me.” He continued.
‘And with reason, look at what you did to me. When I get loose I’ll make sure-’
But she never got to finish her thought. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled away in a Side-Along Apparition. So he had lifted the anti-apparation wards, which means he was the one that had put them up.
The first thing she noticed when they had landed was the soft carpet under her feet. Then she noticed the exquisite antique mahogany furnitures, the beautiful carved wardrobe, the large book case filled with books taking most part of one wall, the two Louis XVI chairs coated with green velvet on each side of the window and of course the king size bed in the middle of the room. What she didn’t see was her abductor and it looked like that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon because a silk shawl was being draped over her eyes.
“I’ve wanted you for a very long time Hermione” He whispered huskily.
“You’ve always caught my eyes, making sure they could never leave you.” He sighed and stroked her arms tenderly.
“I kept waiting for the right time, watching. But my patience finally ran out.”
Oh great. Someone that was obsessed with her. Just her luck. Why couldn’t some normal nice guy fall in love with her. She was smart, successful, friendly, some even say funny and her hair had gotten less fluffy. She was a good catch right?
“I’m sorry for the blindfold but I still don’t want you to know who I am. I’ll make it up to you by bringing you to heights you've never been. That's a promise.” He continued while gently pushing her forward. From what she had seen of the room, she had a sinking feeling that it was in the direction of the bed. And indeed she was right, the moment he turned her around and pushed her onto something soft en silky her suspicion was confirmed. The bed it was.
With a quick spell she was both naked and bonded to the bedposts with silk scarfs.
The first kiss sended a shiver through her body, it had been too long and she blamed it on that. His mouth went from her lips to her earlobe, sucking and rolling his tongue around it while his hands were caressing her fingers, then going up the length of her arm to her shoulders. The mouth didn’t linger on her ear, it kissed its way down her jaw to the place on her throat where her Carotid artery was and began licking and sucking there. It was only when she heard herself moan that she realized that the body-bind had been lifted. He continued with his ministrations, his hands now moved to her breasts, softly massaging them while his mouth followed, kissing its way down, licking the hollow of her throat then going to her right breast and taking her nipple into his mouth. One swipe with his tongue. Then a suck. And then a soft blow. He repeated with the left one.
She should struggle now right?
His hands were now caressing their way down her body, making round circles on her belly.
This was technically rape right? But she couldn’t help herself but give another moan. She scolded herself for it.
His mouth now left a trail of open mouthed kisses to her belly button and encircled it with his tongue. In. Around. Blow.
She should scream now right? Trash her body up and down to try to get him of her. But somehow she couldn’t. It felt too good. It was like he was worshipping her body. Nobody had ever done that. Ron was all about taking, but he was all about giving. His arousal was very evident against her leg and even though he sometimes rubbed himself against her to relieve some of the tension he only thought of her pleasure. And she wanted that pleasure so badly.
Her hips writhed of their own volition, her body demanding him to go lower. So he obliged.
___
When she woke up the next morning her eyes were free to see again. She turned to the person sleeping next to her and found him smiling and then smirking at her.
"So, did you like your Valentine's present?" Draco drawled. "Though I must admit, my dear wife, you really have some wicked fantasies. Me being a longtime secret fancier dying to worship your body?" He chuckled softly.
She smiled a sated smile thinking about last night and how he had made her body sing.
"No more wicked than me being your bought sex slave, my dear husband" She grinned but then she sobered.
"You were right."
"About what?"
"I also don't want to hide our marriage anymore."
"What made you change your mind?"
"I’ve thought about what you said and you were right. It's time to face our friends together and let the truth out into the world. Our marriage is too precious to be a dirty little secret. And I think we're now strong enough, our relationship is now strong enough to overcome any difficulties thrown our way."
That being left out yesterday gave her the last push she had needed for making that decision she was never going to tell him. It was going to be her little dirty secret that she was going to take to her grave. Call her vain but she had her pride and like every girl she also wanted to brag. She had never said she was perfect.
"It's not because of yesterday?" He asked suspiciously.
She hated that he knew her so well. Best to change subject.
"So Draco, where did you leave my panties? Don't tell me you ‘forgot’ where you threw them again, I swear you have a treasure box full of my knickers."