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Title: Untitled (help me!)
Author: the_ladys_opal
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set during HBP, Draco and Hermione meet in the library, where a row turns into something more kinky.
Warnings: Bondage, Spanking, Naughty words.
Genre: Angsty, Kinky, Smut
Author's Notes: This is a get-well-soon present for my lovely friend Mikhi athiela who requested bondage and general smut, with Draco in charge. Sorry its a little shorter than I intended, there was a pooty crash *sobs* and I lost the original. I actually think it works better in a shorter version though :) Hope you like it though darling. Beta read by my sister rosie_red73 thanks love :)
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Draco pushed her violently against the desk, and she felt her back bruise. 'Draco!' she snapped and started to stand and rub her back. He simply pushed her again and kissed her mouth, hard.
"You drive me fucking mad Granger, constantly nagging me, telling me what to do." He started to pull at her top, ripping it at the buttons.
Hermione started to worry; they were in the library. It was 9pm, but someone could come in and catch them. This was hardly the first time Draco had 'attacked' her. He saw sex as the only way he could control her. Obviously it wasn’t, if she really wanted him to stop, she could.
"Lie on the desk," he ordered. She jumped up and lay down, still worrying that Madame Pince would walk in.
She saw him wave his wand, and felt ropes bind her hands together. This was new, she wasn’t sure if she liked it.
"Fucking sick of you undermining me. Fucking muggleborns, how dare you speak to me the way you do?" He was really angry. All because she'd asked him what he was up to. He was hiding something, maybe Harry wasn't being paranoid.
"Untie me Draco, now!" she snapped. "This isn't funny anymore!"
"It’s not meant to be funny, shut up!" he snapped back. "Silencio!"
Shocked, she began to wriggle about, and Draco started to pull at her skirt, panties and bra, until she was completely naked on the desk. And the desk was cold. He started tracing up and down her body with his hands, lightly at first, but then he started to be more rough, dragging his nails up and down, leaving red, raw marks on her skin that stung.
"You honestly think I give a shit what you say? You're just my little bit on the side, filthy mudblood whore. You're fucking gagging for it."
He rolled her over roughly and bent her over the desk, she heard his trousers fall. She knew he was angry, but she WAS gagging for it from him. She loved it when he treated her like a slut, she knew it was hardly feminist, but she knew he'd never really hurt her, and he'd be wonderful for about a week after to gain forgiveness. Win win really.
Slap
She felt a spank on her arse and tried to cry out, no sound escaping.
"Filthy whore," he grunted, as he pushed himself into her. She tried to lean forward to stop him putting more into her than she could take, but she was so hard up against the desk, and so constrained, she couldn’t. He kept humping against her back, muttering words that didn’t even form a sentence. Words like 'cunt' and 'whore'. He was grunting against her back, spanking her hard in the same place, marking her more. She tried wriggling herself away to see what he'd do, he bit down on her shoulder and bruised her.
She knew she'd really pissed him off this time, and even as he was trying to show her 'who was boss' she was desperate to know what he was up to. She wanted to know why he never removed his shirt. Even now, as he was fucking her, his shirt was on. Did he really have the dark mark? If yes then what the hell was she doing? She knew she loved Draco, even though they were so different, he gave her what she needed. Hell, no one ever made her feel like a woman amongst her friends and comrades. She was always 'good ol’ Hermione'. Well, maybe this time she was badass Hermione who had kinky sex in the library with a Slytherin badboy. He made her feel needed, as sometimes he would tell her everything bothering him (barring some fairly drastic things, she suspected) and when he did, she felt like he was showering her with little presents.
Her arms were starting to really ache as Draco had made sure they were stretched as far as they'd go. By taking away her power to speak, she felt completely at his mercy. She knew he'd never do her any real harm ...
She was starting to panic slightly though, what with being trapped in such a way, until he began grunting against her, making the same little 'Nggg... ngg...' noise he always made when he came, until he eventually collapsed against her, breaths coming harsh and rapid.
He pulled out of her and turned her back around so they were standing together, he was sweating through his shirt, and she knew he wanted to take it off. He was scared though, and she was too.
"Finite Incantatem'' he muttered, looking ashamed. Her hands came free and she felt her voice return.
"Fucker!" she gasped, also trying to regain breath. She started to try and collect her clothes, unable to look at him, dressed in just a shirt and pair of socks. He grabbed her and looked at her in the eyes.
"You really want to know?" he whispered.
"Yes. I do. Show me it Draco."
He began to unbutton his shirt, but as he got to the third button, he seemed to have a change of heart. He buttoned himself back up and leaned down to pull up his trousers, buckling them again. He grabbed his cloak and swirled
it on around him.
"Same time next week." he said in his usual cocky manner, although his eyes looked dead. Dead and exhausted.
He exited swiftly, leaving Hermione trying to find her clothes. She knew she'd have to hide the bruises from Harry and Ron for a few weeks after. Ironic really. Maybe that was what he wanted.
Author: the_ladys_opal
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Set during HBP, Draco and Hermione meet in the library, where a row turns into something more kinky.
Warnings: Bondage, Spanking, Naughty words.
Genre: Angsty, Kinky, Smut
Author's Notes: This is a get-well-soon present for my lovely friend Mikhi athiela who requested bondage and general smut, with Draco in charge. Sorry its a little shorter than I intended, there was a pooty crash *sobs* and I lost the original. I actually think it works better in a shorter version though :) Hope you like it though darling. Beta read by my sister rosie_red73 thanks love :)
x-posted
Draco pushed her violently against the desk, and she felt her back bruise. 'Draco!' she snapped and started to stand and rub her back. He simply pushed her again and kissed her mouth, hard.
"You drive me fucking mad Granger, constantly nagging me, telling me what to do." He started to pull at her top, ripping it at the buttons.
Hermione started to worry; they were in the library. It was 9pm, but someone could come in and catch them. This was hardly the first time Draco had 'attacked' her. He saw sex as the only way he could control her. Obviously it wasn’t, if she really wanted him to stop, she could.
"Lie on the desk," he ordered. She jumped up and lay down, still worrying that Madame Pince would walk in.
She saw him wave his wand, and felt ropes bind her hands together. This was new, she wasn’t sure if she liked it.
"Fucking sick of you undermining me. Fucking muggleborns, how dare you speak to me the way you do?" He was really angry. All because she'd asked him what he was up to. He was hiding something, maybe Harry wasn't being paranoid.
"Untie me Draco, now!" she snapped. "This isn't funny anymore!"
"It’s not meant to be funny, shut up!" he snapped back. "Silencio!"
Shocked, she began to wriggle about, and Draco started to pull at her skirt, panties and bra, until she was completely naked on the desk. And the desk was cold. He started tracing up and down her body with his hands, lightly at first, but then he started to be more rough, dragging his nails up and down, leaving red, raw marks on her skin that stung.
"You honestly think I give a shit what you say? You're just my little bit on the side, filthy mudblood whore. You're fucking gagging for it."
He rolled her over roughly and bent her over the desk, she heard his trousers fall. She knew he was angry, but she WAS gagging for it from him. She loved it when he treated her like a slut, she knew it was hardly feminist, but she knew he'd never really hurt her, and he'd be wonderful for about a week after to gain forgiveness. Win win really.
Slap
She felt a spank on her arse and tried to cry out, no sound escaping.
"Filthy whore," he grunted, as he pushed himself into her. She tried to lean forward to stop him putting more into her than she could take, but she was so hard up against the desk, and so constrained, she couldn’t. He kept humping against her back, muttering words that didn’t even form a sentence. Words like 'cunt' and 'whore'. He was grunting against her back, spanking her hard in the same place, marking her more. She tried wriggling herself away to see what he'd do, he bit down on her shoulder and bruised her.
She knew she'd really pissed him off this time, and even as he was trying to show her 'who was boss' she was desperate to know what he was up to. She wanted to know why he never removed his shirt. Even now, as he was fucking her, his shirt was on. Did he really have the dark mark? If yes then what the hell was she doing? She knew she loved Draco, even though they were so different, he gave her what she needed. Hell, no one ever made her feel like a woman amongst her friends and comrades. She was always 'good ol’ Hermione'. Well, maybe this time she was badass Hermione who had kinky sex in the library with a Slytherin badboy. He made her feel needed, as sometimes he would tell her everything bothering him (barring some fairly drastic things, she suspected) and when he did, she felt like he was showering her with little presents.
Her arms were starting to really ache as Draco had made sure they were stretched as far as they'd go. By taking away her power to speak, she felt completely at his mercy. She knew he'd never do her any real harm ...
She was starting to panic slightly though, what with being trapped in such a way, until he began grunting against her, making the same little 'Nggg... ngg...' noise he always made when he came, until he eventually collapsed against her, breaths coming harsh and rapid.
He pulled out of her and turned her back around so they were standing together, he was sweating through his shirt, and she knew he wanted to take it off. He was scared though, and she was too.
"Finite Incantatem'' he muttered, looking ashamed. Her hands came free and she felt her voice return.
"Fucker!" she gasped, also trying to regain breath. She started to try and collect her clothes, unable to look at him, dressed in just a shirt and pair of socks. He grabbed her and looked at her in the eyes.
"You really want to know?" he whispered.
"Yes. I do. Show me it Draco."
He began to unbutton his shirt, but as he got to the third button, he seemed to have a change of heart. He buttoned himself back up and leaned down to pull up his trousers, buckling them again. He grabbed his cloak and swirled
it on around him.
"Same time next week." he said in his usual cocky manner, although his eyes looked dead. Dead and exhausted.
He exited swiftly, leaving Hermione trying to find her clothes. She knew she'd have to hide the bruises from Harry and Ron for a few weeks after. Ironic really. Maybe that was what he wanted.