Like a Puppet on a String - 1/1 - Adult - Draco/Blaise/Hermione
Title: Like a Puppet on a String (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: “You can’t get the real thing to go to bed with you, so you’ve got a doll instead?” Response to September Theme & Kink on the It's Always the Quiet Ones community.
Word Count: 1297.
When the Head Boy and his friend entered the study that he shared with her, Hermione looked up from her book.
“Good book, Granger?” Blaise Zabini asked.
“Yes, actually,” she replied. She eyed him suspiciously; sometimes he was far too charming for his own good and she was sure that he was up to no good. “Thank you for the mirror.”
“It was for both of us,” Draco Malfoy reminded her, taking the opportunity to inspect his appearance in the gift from Blaise. He looked rather dashing, even if he did say so himself.
Placidly, Blaise broke in with, “It was to congratulate the both of you for your positions.”
It was only the fifth day of their seventh year at Hogwarts, and Hermione did not trust the dark Slytherin. “Thank you,” she repeated cautiously.
“Come one,” Draco said. “Let’s go into my room.” Hermione quirked an eyebrow at this.
“Have fun,” she commented wryly. Blaise grinned at this, but Draco scowled, pulling his friend into his dormitory.
Closing the door behind them, Blaise watched as Draco sat on his bed. He preferred to stand, giving Draco an appraising look. “She’s a feisty one, that Granger. Bet she shags like a minx.” Draco looked towards the door.
“Virgin,” he said lightly. Blaise looked disappointed.
“Are you sure?”
Draco shrugged. “Just a guess. Why, do you fancy giving her an anatomy lesson?”
“She’s probably learnt everything from a book,” Blaise said with a smirk, moving over to the mirror on Draco’s wall. He paused momentarily, brushing a lock of his dark hair from his forehead. He tapped the mirror with his wand; the surface shimmered, and the image changed from Blaise’s reflection to the Head Study. Draco moved off his bed to peer at it.
“What is it?” he asked.
“That, my friend, is what that mirror in your study is reflecting.” Hermione was sat on the couch, reading intently. As the two Slytherins watched, she scratched her nose before turning the page.
The Head Boy looked impressed. “Interesting. Is this what you wanted to show me?”
Blaise shook his head. “Not entirely,” he admitted. “Now,” he said, reaching into his school bag, “as you know, I went to New Orleans in the summer. Found out a little bit about the local magic.”
“And you bought a doll?” Draco asked, a smirk forming on his face. “Always knew you were a ponce.”
“That’s why you let me into your room, is it?” Blaise retorted, passing the doll to Draco. “Take a look and tell me what you think.”
Turning the doll over, Draco inspected it: it was a rag doll, about ten inches tall and wearing what appeared to be a Hogwarts uniform. It even seemed to have a small badge pinned to its chest. “Nice attention to detail,” he commented, before realisation struck and he nearly dropped the doll. “That’s a doll of Granger!” he exclaimed.
“Took you long enough to figure it out,” Blaise remarked, taking the doll back. He held the doll up to the mirror so that they could see both the doll and the real thing. “Not a bad likeness, even if I do say so myself.”
“So?” Draco asked, not really seeing the point of the doll. “You can’t get the real thing to go to bed with you, so you’ve got a doll instead?”
“Hardly,” Blaise said, setting the doll down on Draco’s nearly empty bookshelf. He pulled his Potions notebook from his bag and then dropped the bag to the floor. Carefully, Blaise opened the pages, pulling what seemed to be a hair from between the pieces of parchment. “This,” he explained, “is a strand of hair from the head of our rather lovely Head Girl.”
“How did you get it?” Draco asked, glancing up to the mirror.
Blaise gave him a superior smile, picking up the doll and slowly wrapping the piece of hair around the dolls neck. “I got if off the back of her robes - the Gryffindor moults almost as badly as my old cat.”
“Is this voodoo?” Draco asked.
“With a few of my own alterations,” Blaise admitted.
“Can we stick pins in it?” Draco asked, eyeing the doll eagerly.
“Pins, Draco? Is that the best you can come up with?”
“I’d like to see you come up with a better plan,” Draco shot back. Blaise rolled his eyes.
“I already have. My plan is a bit more…” he paused, searching for the word. “Entertaining, shall we say? Sticking pins in the doll is somewhat amateur, don’t you think?” He grinned wickedly. “Ever wonder what colour knickers she wears?”
Draco’s eyes widened in astonishment. “You can do that?” he asked. Blaise put the tip of his wand to the doll’s forehead.
“Connect,” he told it. The doll glowed red, and in the mirror, they could see Hermione shiver involuntarily. Slipping his long fingers under the doll’s skirt, Draco watched as he pulled off the doll’s tiny knickers.
Hermione, still in the study, put down her book and stood up. The Slytherins watched with baited breath as she reached under her skirt and pulled down her knickers. She dropped them onto the floor before sitting back down and continuing to read as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Blaise could not help by snigger at this, and Draco felt himself start to get aroused by the spectacle of the Head Girl calmly dropping her pants, especially when he noticed that they were bright red. “Racy,” Blaise commented. Draco nodded mutely. “Let’s see how far she can spread those lovely long legs of hers, eh?” he continued, pushing the rag doll’s leg apart.
Again, life imitated his actions, and Hermione’s legs began to widen, giving the two Slytherins a very good view when they looked in the mirror. “Wider,” Draco whispered, his erection pressing almost painfully against his trousers. Looking briefly down, he saw that Blaise was in a similar state of arousal. Blaise smirked, pushing the doll’s legs still further apart.
Draco’s hand moved over Blaise’s, pushing up the doll’s skirt; Hermione copied this action, hiking up her skirt so that they had a perfect view of her most intimate place. Blaise smiled, studying the mirror carefully. “I think the Head Girl’s getting rather turned on by all this,” he said eventually.
“She’s not the only one,” Draco muttered, but Blaise ignored him.
“Think that maybe we ought to let her ‘relieve the tension’?” Blaise asked lightly, taking a hold of one of the doll’s hands. Draco watched open-mouthed as his friend positioned it between the doll’s legs and then as the Head Girl began to pleasure herself, fingers exploring, touching; her face became flushed, but still she continued to read.
“Oh,” he breathed, erection painfully hard now.
They watched in silence as Hermione touched herself, and it was not until he heard a slight groan from Blaise that he realised his friend was stroking himself, the fly of his trousers undone. Draco’s own hand moved to his zip, and his bedroom was soon full of heavy breathing.
Hermione mouthed something that seemed to be, “Oh, God,” before shuddering with her climax. She did not stop fingering herself, though; the doll’s hand was still firmly attached to its crotch. Blaise came shortly after and Draco, finding this oddly arousing, found his release with a few more strokes of his hand.
He was dimly aware of Blaise muttering a cleaning spell. Blaise pressed the tip of his wand against the doll’s forehead once again. “Disconnect.” The doll glowed red once again and Hermione’s hand retracted, her legs snapping shut as though she had not just suddenly started masturbating.
“This,” Blaise said slowly, “is going to be a very interesting year.”
Draco nodded: it certainly was.
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: “You can’t get the real thing to go to bed with you, so you’ve got a doll instead?” Response to September Theme & Kink on the It's Always the Quiet Ones community.
Word Count: 1297.
When the Head Boy and his friend entered the study that he shared with her, Hermione looked up from her book.
“Good book, Granger?” Blaise Zabini asked.
“Yes, actually,” she replied. She eyed him suspiciously; sometimes he was far too charming for his own good and she was sure that he was up to no good. “Thank you for the mirror.”
“It was for both of us,” Draco Malfoy reminded her, taking the opportunity to inspect his appearance in the gift from Blaise. He looked rather dashing, even if he did say so himself.
Placidly, Blaise broke in with, “It was to congratulate the both of you for your positions.”
It was only the fifth day of their seventh year at Hogwarts, and Hermione did not trust the dark Slytherin. “Thank you,” she repeated cautiously.
“Come one,” Draco said. “Let’s go into my room.” Hermione quirked an eyebrow at this.
“Have fun,” she commented wryly. Blaise grinned at this, but Draco scowled, pulling his friend into his dormitory.
Closing the door behind them, Blaise watched as Draco sat on his bed. He preferred to stand, giving Draco an appraising look. “She’s a feisty one, that Granger. Bet she shags like a minx.” Draco looked towards the door.
“Virgin,” he said lightly. Blaise looked disappointed.
“Are you sure?”
Draco shrugged. “Just a guess. Why, do you fancy giving her an anatomy lesson?”
“She’s probably learnt everything from a book,” Blaise said with a smirk, moving over to the mirror on Draco’s wall. He paused momentarily, brushing a lock of his dark hair from his forehead. He tapped the mirror with his wand; the surface shimmered, and the image changed from Blaise’s reflection to the Head Study. Draco moved off his bed to peer at it.
“What is it?” he asked.
“That, my friend, is what that mirror in your study is reflecting.” Hermione was sat on the couch, reading intently. As the two Slytherins watched, she scratched her nose before turning the page.
The Head Boy looked impressed. “Interesting. Is this what you wanted to show me?”
Blaise shook his head. “Not entirely,” he admitted. “Now,” he said, reaching into his school bag, “as you know, I went to New Orleans in the summer. Found out a little bit about the local magic.”
“And you bought a doll?” Draco asked, a smirk forming on his face. “Always knew you were a ponce.”
“That’s why you let me into your room, is it?” Blaise retorted, passing the doll to Draco. “Take a look and tell me what you think.”
Turning the doll over, Draco inspected it: it was a rag doll, about ten inches tall and wearing what appeared to be a Hogwarts uniform. It even seemed to have a small badge pinned to its chest. “Nice attention to detail,” he commented, before realisation struck and he nearly dropped the doll. “That’s a doll of Granger!” he exclaimed.
“Took you long enough to figure it out,” Blaise remarked, taking the doll back. He held the doll up to the mirror so that they could see both the doll and the real thing. “Not a bad likeness, even if I do say so myself.”
“So?” Draco asked, not really seeing the point of the doll. “You can’t get the real thing to go to bed with you, so you’ve got a doll instead?”
“Hardly,” Blaise said, setting the doll down on Draco’s nearly empty bookshelf. He pulled his Potions notebook from his bag and then dropped the bag to the floor. Carefully, Blaise opened the pages, pulling what seemed to be a hair from between the pieces of parchment. “This,” he explained, “is a strand of hair from the head of our rather lovely Head Girl.”
“How did you get it?” Draco asked, glancing up to the mirror.
Blaise gave him a superior smile, picking up the doll and slowly wrapping the piece of hair around the dolls neck. “I got if off the back of her robes - the Gryffindor moults almost as badly as my old cat.”
“Is this voodoo?” Draco asked.
“With a few of my own alterations,” Blaise admitted.
“Can we stick pins in it?” Draco asked, eyeing the doll eagerly.
“Pins, Draco? Is that the best you can come up with?”
“I’d like to see you come up with a better plan,” Draco shot back. Blaise rolled his eyes.
“I already have. My plan is a bit more…” he paused, searching for the word. “Entertaining, shall we say? Sticking pins in the doll is somewhat amateur, don’t you think?” He grinned wickedly. “Ever wonder what colour knickers she wears?”
Draco’s eyes widened in astonishment. “You can do that?” he asked. Blaise put the tip of his wand to the doll’s forehead.
“Connect,” he told it. The doll glowed red, and in the mirror, they could see Hermione shiver involuntarily. Slipping his long fingers under the doll’s skirt, Draco watched as he pulled off the doll’s tiny knickers.
Hermione, still in the study, put down her book and stood up. The Slytherins watched with baited breath as she reached under her skirt and pulled down her knickers. She dropped them onto the floor before sitting back down and continuing to read as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Blaise could not help by snigger at this, and Draco felt himself start to get aroused by the spectacle of the Head Girl calmly dropping her pants, especially when he noticed that they were bright red. “Racy,” Blaise commented. Draco nodded mutely. “Let’s see how far she can spread those lovely long legs of hers, eh?” he continued, pushing the rag doll’s leg apart.
Again, life imitated his actions, and Hermione’s legs began to widen, giving the two Slytherins a very good view when they looked in the mirror. “Wider,” Draco whispered, his erection pressing almost painfully against his trousers. Looking briefly down, he saw that Blaise was in a similar state of arousal. Blaise smirked, pushing the doll’s legs still further apart.
Draco’s hand moved over Blaise’s, pushing up the doll’s skirt; Hermione copied this action, hiking up her skirt so that they had a perfect view of her most intimate place. Blaise smiled, studying the mirror carefully. “I think the Head Girl’s getting rather turned on by all this,” he said eventually.
“She’s not the only one,” Draco muttered, but Blaise ignored him.
“Think that maybe we ought to let her ‘relieve the tension’?” Blaise asked lightly, taking a hold of one of the doll’s hands. Draco watched open-mouthed as his friend positioned it between the doll’s legs and then as the Head Girl began to pleasure herself, fingers exploring, touching; her face became flushed, but still she continued to read.
“Oh,” he breathed, erection painfully hard now.
They watched in silence as Hermione touched herself, and it was not until he heard a slight groan from Blaise that he realised his friend was stroking himself, the fly of his trousers undone. Draco’s own hand moved to his zip, and his bedroom was soon full of heavy breathing.
Hermione mouthed something that seemed to be, “Oh, God,” before shuddering with her climax. She did not stop fingering herself, though; the doll’s hand was still firmly attached to its crotch. Blaise came shortly after and Draco, finding this oddly arousing, found his release with a few more strokes of his hand.
He was dimly aware of Blaise muttering a cleaning spell. Blaise pressed the tip of his wand against the doll’s forehead once again. “Disconnect.” The doll glowed red once again and Hermione’s hand retracted, her legs snapping shut as though she had not just suddenly started masturbating.
“This,” Blaise said slowly, “is going to be a very interesting year.”
Draco nodded: it certainly was.