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Chapter Six – Desire
Staring into the fire, Draco listened half-heartedly to his friends as they debated the pros and cons of bondage with a short-term partner. He swirled whiskey around in his glass and tipped his head back, relaxing after another busy evening at the club. Despite the very early hours in the morning, Blaise persuaded them to enjoy a nightcap.
Draco and Theo yielded since they wanted to reconnect after a few days apart. He had spent his Saturday flying before visiting his parents on Sunday, while Theo nipped off to see his grandmother in France for the weekend. Blaise spent three days in Italy with a cousin, crashing stag parties.
Draco, a man of his word, allowed both of them to fuck off on Monday, leaving him with the brunt of the responsibilities. Mondays were typically slower for the club, so it wasn’t entirely unmanageable, especially with their skilled staff. Though tonight couldn’t have been more different, they had a full house for Tuesday, and it required all hands to be present.
Exhausted, Draco was looking forward to lying face down in his bed for ten hours. They had been chatting for nearly an hour already. He decided to call it quits once he finished his glass. Savoring another mouthful, Draco watched as Blaise fiddled with his glass tumbler before opting to set it down. Theo also noticed the shift in Blaise’s demeanor – his eyes quickly assessing Draco to see if he knew anything.
They both silently waited for their friend to speak, and when he didn’t start, they added subtle pressure. Draco took another exaggerated sip of his drink. Theo stretched comically as if they would announce their imminent departure. “Er—speaking of the weekend, I have a dilemma.” Blaise sighed, relenting from some internal battle. Draco and Theo paused, their stares heavy as they awaited his elaboration. “I caught and shagged player four, the feisty redhead… and I think I’m stuck on her.”
Draco felt his brows raise with genuine surprise; it wasn’t often that Blaise fancied someone. Theo was always the one to be smitten by every woman he dated. “I don’t buy it. You are practically allergic to commitment, like this tosser, “ Theo snorted, jabbing his thumb towards Draco.
“Yeah—I spent all weekend chasing birds in Italy, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. She just, I don’t know, we just clicked.” Blaise relented, sagging in his chair.
Theo whistled lowly, “Never thought I’d see the day when a gal would knock you down on your knees. She must be something special.” Blaise grunted in acknowledgement, running a hand over his head in a self-soothing manner.
Draco rested his arm and tapped the glass with a finger while he surveyed his close friend. Blaise remained slouched in his seat and brought his glass to his lips again, pausing. “I want to see her again.” He drank deeply, as if his confession cost him a great deal.
Theo nodded but didn’t continue to take the mickey out of him. They could tell this was something serious; no matter how much they teased and joked with one another, they always seemed to understand when there was a line.
Draco sighed deeply, breaking the silence. “Well, we can’t all remain bachelors together forever. What’s the plan? I know you have something schemed up.” Theo smiled, looking to Blaise for his response.
“My best course of action would be to run into her again next weekend. If she even attends. Otherwise, I don’t know what to do.” He admitted, still not looking at either of them.
“Why don’t you just look up her contact information from the forms and reach out? We have that one Muggle cellular line for the club.” Draco offered. Blaise shook his head before he could continue. “No, no. I don’t want her to know that I’m the owner of the club yet. Plus, that would be too creepy to take her private information and reach out randomly.”
Theo leaned back in his chair and gazed up at the ceiling as he thought out loud. “That would be some serial killer type of approach. I agree with Blaise, he can’t use her private records.”
Draco pursed his lips but didn’t refute their perspective; he could see how it might be misconstrued when they put it that way. He was glad he didn’t tell his friends he had spent the previous week stalking Hermione Granger.
“I’ve thought about this all day… I just have to pray that she’ll be back for the third weekend of the game.” Blaise muttered before polishing off his remaining whiskey. “And I need you both to play again.” He added with a pointed look at Draco. “It will help my odds.” Theo hummed in agreement. “That is true. But there is something else we can do, too.”
Blaise looked to Draco for support, should Theo say something entirely stupid or highly illegal. Draco shrugged noncommittally. They could at least hear him out.
“We can have Pansy put a tracer spell on her, so you can track her. And Draco and I can take the surrounding zones to buffer any other male players from the area if needed.” Theo groused, noticing their exchanged glances. They still hadn’t forgotten the New Year’s debacle.
Draco had to agree that it sounded more than reasonable. So what if they bent the rules a bit? It was their game. No one would find out if they used magic discreetly. They would just be extra careful of the statute of secrecy.
Blaise gnawed on his bottom lip, no doubt analyzing the suggestion for any risks. After another moment, he nodded his head slowly. “Yeah, alright, sounds good.” Theo beamed with smug pride about his idea being sanctioned. “Of course, it sounds good. I have good ideas. The Muggle fireworks was a one-time mistake. Besides, I remember clearly that it was you who poured vodka on the fire.”
Blaise balked at the sudden shift of blame. “You started the fire, setting off those blasted things indoors!”
“It’s not my fault they didn’t have better instructions. The peddler assured me they would be safe.”
“He was a kid!”
“He looked legit.”
“He had no eyebrows!”
Theo broke down in a fit of contagious giggles, shrugging like anyone could have made that mistake. Blaise shook his head, smiling broadly. Draco felt the corners of his own mouth twitch upwards.
“Then it’s settled. We’ll just be sure not to light any fireworks or dose her in Vodka.” Draco teased, finalizing the matter.
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Thump!
“Here are the liability waivers and safety forms for tonight,” Theo announced, dropping a stack of papers on the wooden countertop. Draco peered over his shoulder at the various forms all the players had to sign before they could play the game. “Where’s Blaise? Isn’t he in charge of the paperwork?” Theo gave a positively feline smile, “He’s doing push-ups outside so his arms and chest look bigger.”
Draco snorted and shook his head before returning to his task with the projector. Unable to actually learn the Muggle technology, he placed several spells on the strange device to project the slides. Plus side, they didn’t need to worry about the tripping hazards of cords (blasted useless things).
“Pathetic.” Draco teased, smiling softly for his friend. He finished with the small black electrical box and surveyed his work. Satisfied with his job, he cracked his stiff neck. He had foolishly spent the day working in his study at the manor before tonight.
Being distracted the prior week with the Golden Girl detour, he neglected some of his estate and familial responsibilities. He spent the week head bent down signing forms, approving proposals, managing stocks, and reviewing contracts set to expire by the end of the year. Being the head of the Malfoy family was tedious and fastidious at times.
However, being busy had been beneficial; he hadn’t thought about Granger not even once this past week. Smirking, he prided himself on his ability to quickly regain control of his sentiments and priorities. Unburdened and at ease, he even helped Theo finish up the last of the set-up responsibilities. The club members would arrive any minute to sign in and prepare for the evening's activities.
Blaise rejoined them in a new shirt and smelling strongly of musky cologne. Theo cackled loudly. “Might want to tone that down, mate. She’ll smell you coming.” Blaise blushed and continued to roll up the sleeves of his charcoal grey shirt. The tight athletic shirt clung to every muscle indecently. “Fuck off.”
“Don’t kill each other. I’m going to change and set my glamours.” Draco grinned, making a show of pinching his nose as he sauntered past Blaise towards the restroom. By the time he returned, Theo had his glamour in place to disguise his face and had unlocked the door.
The male participants had started to arrive for the game. Settling into their roles as hosts, Draco went to stand at the entrance, greeting those approaching. Blaise shuffled over to the forms, and Theo made small talk while checking IDs.
Draco had never seen men fill out paperwork so intently and quickly, but he guessed shagging attractive women would be a good motivating factor. Soon, everyone checked in and sent off their photos and bios to the ladies' check-in station.
Draco’s hidden parchment paper, charmed to receive the women’s bios and photos, glowed faintly. The spelled projector amplified the images and text onto the wall. Sadly, due to the statute of secrecy, the images didn’t move like wizarding photos. Instead, they remained frozen in a way that made Draco feel uneasy. It was so unnatural, so eerie, so…
Draco’s mind blanked, and his mouth dried as he noticed player four’s photo. Hermione fucking Granger came back! She came back to participate in the third round of Predator and Prey. Her long, straight hair and muted brown eyes stared back at him, mocking him. That stupid fucking glamour was back in place to hide the real her. But he knew. He knew the truth.
Tense, Draco tried to unclench his jaw and roll out his shoulders. His mind raced with a dozen erratic feelings. Calming his nerves, he began to parcel through his thoughts. He could search for her and play with fire. Or he could let her go and mind his own business with another adequate participant. Grinding his teeth, he weighed the options.
“Thank the Gods!”
Draco startled and jerked his head to face Blaise, who was celebrating the return of his new paramour. “Pansy better not have messed up that tracer spell.” He murmured, checking his Muggle watch, imbued with magic to track his intended. Theo and Draco peered down as the two arms slowly ticked by. Blaise seemed to hold his breath as he waited for any sign of change.
Draco paused, watching the tight facial expression of his best mate. Seeing Blaise so focused, so desperate, he decided for once to be selfless. (It was in no way a distraction from his own troubles.) Draco could shag any player he found within his section of the field to search, excluding player three. He would stay in the assigned area for him to hunt and help Blaise. Theo and he were to buffer any nosy males away, or alert Blaise should player three stumble outside the range of his tracer spell.
Exhaling, Draco cleared his mind. He tried to focus on the grain of wood that framed the doorway. He forced himself to trace along all the thin cracks and chips embedded in the wood. It was a painstaking exercise as the men surrounding him counted down the minutes till their release. Blaise stared at the door transfixed, like he could bewitch time to speed up.
Theo shuffled and hovered nearby, not as animated as his normal self. Draco was following a large, splintered line in the corner of the frame when their timer went off. The loud horn blared to life and spurred a rampage. The men roared with excitement and hunger as they threw the door open and rushed out into the darkness.
Blaise stepped out into the crisp air and held the watch up to the muted light fixed next to the doorway. “It’s working! The arms are pointing northeast!” He slid his medieval iron mask on and trotted down the stairs. “Don’t wait up for me. I’ll be busy for a while.” He yelled back over his shoulder before starting a brisk jog into the forest. Theo and Draco followed a few paces behind before they split up, each taking a zone on either side of Blaise’s rough coordinates.
Draco didn’t hear any movement past his own steady footfalls. Cold temperatures must have deterred most of the nightlife. Not even the wind was stirring at that moment. Shivering, Draco plunged deeper into the gloom of the night. The thin, icy air kept him alert and motivated.
He wandered through the woods, lost in thought, barely looking for any possible redheads. His patience for meditation was abandoned, leaving his mind free to take dangerous liberties. Granger was here, well, somewhere here in the dead of night, looking to be fucked senseless. Frustratingly, he couldn’t rationalize this urge to pursue her again. Even more annoyingly, he couldn’t justify his actions if he did seek her out.
Last time, he hadn’t known it was her until late into the sex. Hadn’t been able to stop himself from sinking deep inside of her and finishing what they started. Thankfully, he had just enough sanity and discipline to avoid spilling himself within her. Fucking Salazar. His dick hardened almost immediately at the thought of coming in her.
“Not helping.” He muttered, readjusting himself in his trousers. Hard cock or not, he still felt seeking her out now would cross some sort of line. This time would be different because he would have sought her out, knowing who she was. Gods, when did he become a bloody Hufflepuff? Weighing the feelings of others over his own self-interest? Gross.
Draco sighed deeply, frustrated and disappointed that yet again, he could never have what he actually wanted. Irritable, he looked up to the sky, cursing all the Gods who loved to torment him. Mockingly, he held out both arms. Are you happy now? He thought bitterly.
Just then, a shuffle of dead leaves stirred his senses. Someone was approaching this spot. With lethal stealth, he leaned into the shadows and hovered out of sight. Zeroing in on a hazy shape, he waited. A rough and vague outline of a person bobbed along the horizon of his vision.
They weren’t coming exactly towards his position, so he was forced to abandon his hiding spot and move closer to discern the identity of the stranger. He crept along the trees like a fluid shadow. Finally, he could make out a male player searching around. It was player fifteen. He was absolutely piss at hunting. Draco scoffed, watching the male swing a thin, spindly stick around bored. He must have picked it up along his stroll. It was way too long and misshapen to be a wand.
Draco snorted to himself, but froze when the other man abandoned his stick. Something caught his attention; he readjusted his mouse mask and stalked eastward with purpose. Bored, Draco lurked to see what had drawn the other males' attention. A clear, sharp snap of a twig followed by dead silence indicated another possible person. There had to be a female in the area, and he was closing in.
Draco considered leaving, but what if by some weird chance it was player three? He made a promise to Blaise. Sighing, he moved unseen to follow player fifteen as they pursued possible prey. He began to ponder who it could be when his gut clenched, and his chest tightened. The Gods really did have cruel humour.
Hermione Granger was several meters away, clinging to a tree like a small cub. She was peeking around the wide trunk at the prat who was nosing around. Draco stood frozen in place, not sure what to do as Granger nimbly rotated around the tree, just staying out of sight.
He held his breath as he heard player fifteen taunt Granger. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” The sound of his voice irritated him. Surely, Granger wouldn’t be interested in this wanker. She put up a hell of a chase the first weekend. There was no way she would just give up and walk out to him. Even if she did, it wasn’t his place to intervene.
He should leave, walk away. But fuck all, his legs wouldn’t budge. Draco held his breath and watched the scene as it unfolded. “Don’t play too hard to get now…” Player fifteen cooed into the damp air. Draco snorted internally and rolled his eyes. Poor schmuck had no idea who he was hunting. Granger never did anything the easy way. She continued to evade him, clearly uneager for this male to find her. She didn’t want him.
A dark twist of satisfaction rolled through him as he watched Granger slip behind another tree. It was hard to see, but he could have sworn he saw her laugh. Yes, she even thought this other male was a joke. She looked around for the next closest tree to move to. She had pinned herself.
Frowning, he clenched his fist as player fifteen started to make up lost ground, getting annoyingly close to her. Granger couldn’t move; if she did, he would spot her, and with the dense amount of trees surrounding them, it would be difficult to run.
“Come on, baby, it’s cold out here. Let me warm you up.”
Draco’s last nerve snapped. Sneering, he wordlessly cast a notice-me-not charm over Granger. The male player continued to advance and trotted right past her. He continued to look around the trees and look behind himself as he jogged further away.
“I know you are out here. Where did you go?” His voice was more distant now. His shape became a blur before blinking out of sight completely. Draco smiled coldly at the vacant tree line. No more player fifteen.
He turned his attention back to Granger, who seemed bewildered that the male ran right past her and never noticed her. His fingers twitched as he fought the urge to go over and claim her. It would be wrong.
Granger giggled, victorious, with her efforts to remain free. It was adorable watching her smug expression filled with pride. She had no idea of his presence. No idea just how close to danger she actually was. How she survived a war, he would never know.
With that sobering thought, he watched with a heavy heart as she sprinted off in the opposite direction from the other player. He imagined her pulse must be racing with adrenaline. She loved the thrill of the hunt, the game as much as he did. But Draco remained rooted to his spot, staring at her retreating form. He had no right to her.
He had no right to follow, to pursue, to claim. Bitter and irritated, he pried his eyes away from the black horizon where she had disappeared. Breathing heavily, he sulked back the way he came – forcing each step like his legs were hit with a lead charm.
How could she undo him so quickly? Wasn’t he convinced earlier that it was all out of his system? He had avoided thinking of her all week. She didn’t plague his thoughts and dreams as she had the week prior. He was getting better.
Wasn’t he?
Draco growled, ripping off the stupid fucking mask. He looked down at the rubber face. It had to be this blasted game. It planted dangerous desires in him. Like he could have it all, his dark past, his domineering future, and still be desired by someone.
She was the pinnacle of this twisted fantasy. Someone who knew firsthand how fucked up he was. Yet would beg him to slide his fat, angry cock inside of her. He wanted her to need him more than she hated him.
Draco panted and squeezed his trousers, trying to appease his twitching member. Desire was hot, heavy in his pelvis. He couldn’t think with his bollocks aching so much. Recklessly, he pulled out his cock and lifted his balaclava to spit into his hand. Grunting, he fucked his hand like randy 4th year.
He closed his eyes and imagined it was Granger who was jerking him off. Her face was angry and lustful, like they had been arguing before being reduced to primal needs. Gods. He would empty the entire Black-Malfoy vaults just to have her topless, spitting mad, and fisting his cock with hunger and vengeance.
Groaning, Draco gave a stuttering pulse in his tight fist and came hard. He heaved for air as he savored the cool temperatures. It felt nice now. The night atmosphere smothered his fire and brought a sense of control and clarity.
Tucking himself away, he cast a weary glance around, checking that no one saw his private moment. Fortunately, no one was nearby to take the mickey out of him for masturbating like a serial killer in the woods. Draco snorted to himself and stretched his back.
He debated calling the evening a wash and walking back to the check-in trailer. Their game could withstand one bad review if a single prey went unravaged. Maybe Theo would go for a second round and help the team out.
Silently, he strolled back towards the entrance of their staged arena. The clouds held their defense, keeping out all moonlight. It was nearly pitch black in heavily forested areas. He had to go slower once or twice to avoid scraping himself against harsh bark or thorny bushes.
In the darkness, he allowed himself a moment to be vulnerable. He tried to parcel through his thoughts and feelings instead of suppressing them. He needed to regain control, and clearly, the only way was through.
He pictured Granger from the coffee shop. She was very attractive, gorgeous even. Perhaps he wanted a sexual relationship with her. It didn’t have to mean anything serious. Maybe they would fuck it out of their system and eventually lose interest. Worst-case scenario, if he stopped treating her as forbidden fruit, the desperate hunger might recede.
That all sounded logical and very doable except for one major, glaring issue. Granger still hated his guts.
Draco frowned and clenched his jaw. He wanted just one chance. Wanted one moment to choose where he was all of himself, and someone like Golden Granger would choose him too. Then a thought skittered through his mind, persistent and demanding. What if Granger liked hate sex? What if she liked being fucked by a man who swore he’d never so much as touch her? Clearly, she was into unconventional sexual relations. She was here playing this twisted game after all…
Perhaps he could ensnare her and hint about himself. Give her a peek into the real him, and if she hated it, she could use her safe words and leave. He wouldn’t be hiding or lying to her; in fact, he would be trying to offer her the ugly truth.
Maybe he was delusional, maybe he was just sick in the head, but he was dead set on his decision. Besides, wasn’t post-nut clarity a thing? With his pulse racing, he took long strides towards his last sighting of her. It had only been 20 or so minutes; perhaps she hadn’t gone too far.
The tree’s blurred, the background faded as he focused every nerve of his being into hunting. He refused to even acknowledge the possibility that someone else might have already snagged her. With steel patience and precision, he backtracked to her last location and zeroed in on faint boot imprints.
Draco stalked forward, fire burning in his veins until he reached a particularly soft patch of ground in the woods. Bending down, he touched the disturbed earth and scanned the patterns. It looked like she headed in one direction but turned around at some point, running the opposite way. Nerves prickled at his scalp as he continued his pursuit of the fresher, messier tracks.
He picked up another set of footprints; definitely male. Jogging swiftly, he felt his magic reach out and prod. For almost 90 seconds, there was nothing but bleak woods. Then, he felt it. The tingle of awareness, like a sixth sense alerting him of another presence. Straining, he heard soft shuffling of leaves and thin twigs being splintered.
Pushing himself, he rounded a tight patch of trees that interwoven themselves, and spotted player twelve sprinting after Granger. Without thought, he raised his hand and shot a leg lock jinx at the male. Draco smirked as his intended spell made contact. Player Twelve crashed into the ground, effectively losing Granger.
Before the male could protest or cry out, Draco descended upon him. Muttering under his breath and keeping a watchful eye out for Granger or anyone else, he confounded him. Player Twelve stopped groaning and listened intently as Draco leaned down. “You tripped trying to head back towards the cabins. You haven’t seen any prey in this area. You should hurry off to where it’s better lit and safe. Towards the female prey by the cabins.”
The male nodded vigorously and tentatively stood. Draco stepped back, surveying the Muggle player. His eyes, visible behind his horror mask, looked dazed and unfocused. “Oh, hey! Where did you come from?”
Draco grinned darkly behind his own mask. “I saw you fall, and thought I would come check on you.” The lie left his lips effortlessly. Player Twelve rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed. “Yeah, I tripped trying to haul arse over to the cabins. There’s nothing out this way except dead trees.”
Draco gave a friendly nod of his head, pretending to agree. “Sure, makes sense. I guess if you are headed that way, I’ll go north.” Player Twelve gave Draco’s shoulder a friendly pat. “Good on you. Gotta be careful out here. Happy hunting, mate!” Sneering, Draco stared as the male began to rush off.
Too easy.
A wicked thrill of pride and satisfaction rumbled through his chest as he picked up Granger’s trail again. If the Gods didn’t want him to have this, they sure as fuck weren’t fighting hard enough. He paused when he heard soft, tentative footsteps coming towards him. Leaning into the shadows, he disappeared.
Granger had returned and seemed to be looking around for the male who had been chasing her previously. Hot jealousy and annoyance flashed through his system as he narrowed his eyes, watching every single one of her careful steps. She was very close now; he could see her lips puckered into a pout. He could see the flush in her cheeks from the chill or the running. She looked tired and disappointed.
Well, he could certainly fix that. With reflexes he honed from seeking in Quidditch, he snatched her from behind. His mind was already three steps ahead, calculating how he could control the situation. They were near one of the modified prop vans from the paintball park; he could haul her there and string her up. Then he could take his time and decide how to proceed.
With a wolfish grin, he dragged his fatigued prey right where he wanted her. Granger tried to buck and thrash, but she had worn herself down running from all those insignificant males. She knew they would never satisfy her as he would, or at least that’s what his own brain cooed.
Draco crushed her against his chest as one hand remained clamped around her mouth, holding her in place, while the other fiddled with the door handle. It clicked open, and he was up in the van, pulling her right behind him before she could even think to make a break for it.
Carefully, he summoned the black rope stashed in the stationary vehicle and created a hoist system. Granger immediately tugged on the binds around her wrists. “I don’t know who the fuck you are! But you are to free me immediately!” She demanded with false bravado.
He could tell she was nervous, but he loved her resolve to remain officious and unafraid. “Not happening. Your pretty little bracelet doesn’t say no to bondage.” He was thankful that she didn’t have many limits outside of knife play, which he understood all too well why that was. Shoving all thoughts of the war into a tiny box, he banished it from the front of his mind.
“Show yourself! You coward!”
“Don’t worry, minx, you’ll see plenty of me in a minute. But first, let’s get comfortable.”
Draco smirked, savoring the warmth of her body pressed against his while he leaned over and yanked the van door closed. He wanted her all to himself, uninterrupted and safe. Flicking his wrist, he locked the back panel doors.
“What are you going to do to me?” She whispered, her breathing increasing. He leered down at her heaving chest from behind.
“Isn’t it obvious? Whatever I want.” His balls clenched from his dark confession that left his lips so easily with her. He wanted to do everything, show her everything. He preened, watching her flush and stutter, already affected by his words. “Beat off, you taint taster.” She mumbled with no real conviction.
The absurd insult made him genuinely smile as he held back a laugh. His gaze raked over her taut form, perfectly suspended like a diamond dangling from a chain. He noted the thin temporary mattress wasn’t in the van and remembered Theo had been helping Blaise with his pre-game responsibilities and not completing his own.
Frowning, Draco transfigured two thick blankets from his shoelaces. He didn’t want her to be uncomfortable with the metal frame of the vehicle digging into her knees. Satisfied with his adjustments, he appraised her again. She was mouth-watering, hanging there for him alone. He couldn’t wait to unwrap his prize. But first, he had to get rid of that horrible glamour. He needed her distracted and unfocused so he could remove the charm.
“Much better. Now, be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”
“You’re fucking delusional if you think I’m going to do anything for you.”
He let a humourless chuckle rumble through the air as a warning before he manhandled her. Somehow she knew what buttons to push, to turn him on. He latched one hand to her hip while another snaked into her soft hair; she was the embodiment of iron will wrapped in silk. Drunk on control and lust, he ghosted his face along her bare shoulder before taking a deep inhale of her scent. “Call me mad then because I’m going to have you begging.”
He could feel his dick growing heavy with arousal as he squeezed the back of her neck while his other hand grazed her warm cunt before latching onto the meat of her inner thigh. Gods, did he ever love her thighs. Draco never paid much mind to the little details of his past partners, not really one to have a ‘type’. But she was beginning to define and set the standards for his preferences. It was like having a hazy urge floating in the back of your mind brought into sharp clarity.
Kneading the thick flesh of her inner thigh, he felt his mouth beginning to water. His hunger was rapidly building, but he stowed it. Removing his hands, he gave himself a pause to regain focus. He wanted to draw this out, make their time together last until the early hours of the morning.
Tsking under his breath, he noticed her rushing things along, rubbing her thighs together. She was blindly seeking friction, pleasure without him. Greedy, impatient, demanding little Witch. He speared his hand between her legs and forced them apart. “I know you remember who I am.” He rumbled from behind her. “Just like the last time, your pleasure is mine to give.”
“I can’t recall… I must not have come.”
Draco’s patience slipped, and a primal sense of pride washed through him. Snarling, he seized her jaw, dismantled her glamour, and twisted her face to see his perfectly. He wanted no misunderstandings, no excuses, and not a single shred of fucking doubt about what he did to her. If she was going to ruin him, he was going to return the favor. “I must have spoiled you. Perhaps you came so hard you blacked out. But fortunately for you, I’ll be sure you never forget tonight.”
Fuck. She looked decadent, panting with her hazel eyes wide with shock and lust. Appeased with her silence, he released her jaw. Gods, did he ever feel intoxicated when she listened, obeyed him. He wanted to reward this behavior. Reward her.
“Maybe I’m being unfair. I didn’t leave you with any reminders. So what do you say we get very personal this time?” He purred, admiring the cascade of curls draped down her back. He was bloody brilliant. With her arms tied up tightly and framing her face, she couldn’t see her natural hair wild and on full display behind her.
Draco took another deep, possessive inhale of her hair and eyed her outfit, visually dismantling everything. He would need to start with her shoes if he had any hope of getting her pants off. He wanted her completely bare for him tonight. Nothing like their messy, quick romp from the first weekend.
He gripped her ankle and raised her foot slightly as he shredded her shoelaces, repeating the process with the other. Despite her pathetic attempts to tug her feet back, he had both boots removed and tossed carelessly behind him.
There was something about her susceptibility that made him yearn. He yanked his black leather gloves off, determined to touch her, feel her, experience all of her. Breathing heavy, he luxuriated in the touch of bare skin on her arms. Painstakingly slow, he caressed her forearm, elbow, and biceps, admiring their strength.
His hands drifted to the front of her as he loomed possessively around her. He ghosted his fingertips over her collarbones before sloping down to trace the curve of her right breast. The soft graze of his hand had her nipples pebbling. She whimpered under her breath, and he sucked his lower lip in between his teeth and bit down. He wanted to suckle her until she was screaming, but damn if she didn’t look stunning with her titts pushed up and proud.
Perhaps he would strip her fully naked later, but for the time being, he enjoyed this sight greatly. He cupped her left breast, squeezing once before his hand retreated. With deft hands, he tortured her, maneuvering her tits so that the corset seams rubbed her nipples tantalizingly.
The little noises she made had him drooling. He needed his mouth between her thighs right now. Roughly, he peeled her trousers off, flinging them aside. But before he could sink his fingers into any waistband, his eyes zeroed in on the naked curve of her inner arse cheek. Where there should have been a thin piece of fabric, there was nothing but smooth skin.
“Fucking hell.”
This naughty witch was wearing crotchless, lace knickers. Draco groaned deeply as he absorbed the sight of Hermione Granger with her pert arse angled up, showing off her crotchless black knickers for him. She flexed, and the dimples on her lower back became more apparent. The sight pulled a sound straight from his balls through his chest like a ragged plea.
She was the one ensnared; yet this witch had him wrapped around her fingers and utterly devastated. Enraptured, he worshipped her body. Tracing, memorizing, praising, every inch of her he could touch. There was no greater purpose than being alive with this woman, in this moment.
Draco closed his eyes and leaned closer to her, drinking in all the pathetic moans that poured freely from her. “You purr so nicely, pet.” He dragged a finger through her folds like he was stroking the embodiment of heaven. He sighed, thinking not even heaven could feel this good. “God, you’re so wet. Look at this mess.” He tried to sound unaffected, but the rasp in his voice wasn’t going to fool anyone. “Then clean me up.” She whispered, sounding more like a plea than a command.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Greedily, he brought his hand back and sucked his fingers into his mouth. She tasted tangy, sweet, more so than salty, like he imagined she would be. It was God's damn cruel how divine she tasted. Draco slurped his fingers once more, making sure he sucked every last drop from his digits. “Fucking liquid gold from that cunt.”
He wanted more, and he wasn’t going to wait. He spread her legs, catching a hint of her gorgeous pussy from the back. He wanted to get a good look at her, but was distracted. A sheen of slick caught his eyes, and he reached out with two fingers in time to catch the large drop of arousal. “Don’t you dare waste an ounce of that. It’s mine.” Like icing from his favorite caldron cake, he brought it up to his awaiting mouth and sucked it clean.
Ravenous, he maneuvered her so he could slide down to the floor and slipped beneath her. Fortunately, the van was long enough to accommodate his legs sprawled out. Lying comfortably on his back, with her position squarely above him, he imprinted the sight of her glistening cunt. He needed her writhing, leaking with pleasure. He wanted it rolling down his chin and coating his lips.
Luckily, with enough forethought, he had worn a balaclava under the Ghost Face Mask for the weather and the flexibility that a fixed rubber mask wouldn’t be able to give. Shucking off the firm rubbery costume mask, he was free to push the balaclava above his mouth. Anonymous and convenient. Perfect.
Unhindered and unhinged, he plunged his tongue into her. She cried with relief. “Yes!” Not a bad start, but he was sure she could do better than that. With a single-minded determination, he studied her. Categorized every quiver. Memorized every whimper. Savored every ounce.
“More! Please!”
Draco groaned with pleasure, basking in her pleas. He had suffered a great loss in his past few wanks, only thinking of her mad, when he should have been imagining her begging. He would never settle for anything less, ever again. He added a finger, tracing slow, gentle circles around her clit. He needed to reward his girl.
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes.” Hermione chanted, the promise of a quality scream on the horizon. Mmm. He could listen to the sounds she made when feral all day, every day. He was sure, without a doubt, that he would never tire of such sweet music. “I- I need… “
Granger was a great many things, but patient was not one of them. Annoyed by her sentiment, he bit her thigh. As if he didn’t know how to get a witch off. She cried above him, and before she could reproach, he nipped and laved his tongue soothingly on her inner thighs. “I know what you need.” He declared while sucking a hickey on her soft, pale flesh.
With a strong need to defend his pride and honor, Draco set out with every intention to make her cum. He worked his tongue, flexing and thrusting into her, drinking her desire like expensive wine. In tandem and with a lot of effort, he worked his fingers over her clit, fine-tuning his ministrations until she broke.
She bucked and gasped, squirming as her orgasm flowed through her and into his awaiting mouth. Draco had never been one to love eating a woman out, but Granger made it feel like winning the Quidditch World Cup. It made him feel so powerful and desired. It was addictive.
When she finally stopped trembling and sagged heavily on the rope, he smirked, victorious. “Mmm, see, I always take care of what’s mine.” She gave a pitiful whimper, making his cock twitch. He gave it so good to the bloody golden girl that she had nothing to say back for once.
Thrumming with smug pride, he decided to push for another orgasm. He had partners in the past with short refractory periods and knew the second orgasm would be stronger and come quicker than the first. He was going to have her crying by the end of the night.
Knowing Granger was most likely still sensitive, he started slowly. Languidly, he stroked his tongue all around her clit, like licking an ice cream cone from Florean Fortescue's. Gods, what a flavor that would be. He hoped his plan worked because now he really wanted to eat ice cream out of her sweet cunt.
He needed her to want him. Not player eighteen. Not some masked stranger, but Draco Malfoy, only son and living heir of the Black-Malfoy Estates. The thought of her begging him by name had his dick throbbing. His left hand snaked down away from her thigh and slithered to his awaiting prick. He needed some relief despite his earlier solo session.
He squeezed his cock over his trousers before he traced the outline of his engorged erection. Foreplay went both ways, and he loved being teased. He could feel Granger’s cunt flex, a flutter of excitement and arousal zip through him, knowing she was enjoying the show. Aware of his audience, he snapped his top button open and plied the zipper down slowly.
He peeled back the placket of his trousers and pulled down his pants, fisting his cock tightly. He heard Granger suck in air. Draco took a deep, calming inhale. The primal urge to claim Granger's cunt and fuck her stupid was debilitating his control. Instead, he methodically paced his tongue and hand movements.
It wasn’t ideal, but it bought him time to push her over the edge to her second orgasm. “Oh, God!” She gasped, trying to buck and wiggle against his mouth. Basking in her desperate writhing, Draco gave his head a firm squeeze before dragging his grip over his frenulum. He felt a muscle in his thigh tick in response to pleasure. Before he could follow thoughts on his desire, Granger panted and pleaded. “Please! I need it. I need it!”
Draco moaned into her cunt, unable to deny her anything when she sounded like that. He stilled his left hand and focused his tongue to flick in rapid succession. Keeping consistent, he heard her sob before he felt the mass outpour of her cum onto his face. Pushing through the cramp in his jaw, he wrung three pulses of aftershocks before finally pulling away for air.
Breathing hard, he had the sour thought that Granger would be done for the night. He wanted more time with her. He hadn’t had a chance to drop a hint about his identity. Granger took a ragged breath before uttering two words he never thought in a million years that she would ever say to anyone.
“Fuck me.”
It was a full sentence. Two syllables, and he almost busted onto his stomach. With a death grip on his cock, he cut off blood flow until the wave of arousal ebbed. Draco grunted, “You don’t want me to fuck you.” Which was not what his prick was saying. Where that sentiment or self-sabotage was coming from, he didn’t know. He wanted crazy hate sex, but he didn’t hate her, or at least he didn’t currently. And he didn’t want her to hate him, too.
“Yes, I do. I really, really do.” She pleaded, rocking her pelvis much like the needy gesture of shaking an empty glass. Gods, did he ever want to fill her up. Take care of her until she was overflowing. He stroked his cock in a lust-filled haze, staring at the most gorgeous cunt.
“I want your cock deep inside me. Now.” She demanded, and the words shot straight through his length like a lightning rod. “Christ – fuck!” He gripped his dick and squeezed so tight it turned purple. To fucking hell with morals. “I’m going to make you regret that,” he rasped.
As a man possessed with one goal: fuck Hermione Granger within an inch of her life, he moved swiftly, confidently. He had no more restraint or thoughts about feelings. It was all burning need and raw urges.
He yanked and clawed at the crude pulley system he used to string her up, giving her more slack. As she lowered to the floor and rested her arse on her heels, a thought occurred. If she wanted his cock so bad, she would have to impale herself and ride him. He let go of the system of ropes and caught her hips as she tried to pivot her body towards him.
“Be a good girl and get me nice and wet.” He demanded, lifting her back to her knees and sliding his thick erection between her folds. She moaned wantonly as he stroked his dick back and forth, making sure to hit her clit on every pass. Fuck. She soaked him in arousal. He couldn’t look away from the sheen of her pleasure coating his prick. He never felt so turned on in his life. His balls started to ache from the weight and pressure. “Mmm, need it in me.” She whimpered in a broken, desperate tone that struck something within him and sank deep within his bones. He shuddered, unable to remain unaffected.
“…Fucking killing me…” He whispered into the crook of her neck. With a pained exhale, he finally pushed the head of his prick into her. Pleasure started to pulse where she cinched around his frenulum. For the first time, since his first time, he was scared he wasn’t going to make it.
That wouldn’t do. Breathing through his nose and probably hurting her from the death grip on her hip, he removed his right hand and started to circle and graze her clit. The focus and concentration on that task helped stabilize him. When she began to vibrate and clench hard, he realized he was going to push her over the edge. Again.
Afraid she couldn’t handle more than three orgasms in a night, he removed his cock with heroic strength. “Fu-What the fuck!” She shrieked. A small smile broke out on his face, trying not to laugh at the anger and petulance in her voice. “No! I was so close—” Granger raged in his arms. She got two orgasms, and by Merlin, he was going to be buried deep inside her for the third.
“If you want my cock so bad, show me.” Draco slid back down to the floor of the van and maneuvered Granger so she was straddling his waist, reverse cowgirl style. He stared, mouth parted as she greedily sank on his prick with no hesitation. Just two perfect arse cheeks and the best view he’s ever seen.
Breathing hard, he grunted as Granger bobbed up and down his dick with dedication, purpose. She was clever, utilizing the binds and rope to steady herself as she took languid strokes from tip to base. Draco bit his lower lip to keep from whimpering as she began to squeeze and clench in time with her motion.
He felt his balls tighten and his thighs strain as she pulled deep waves of pleasure from his spine. He was going to spend all morning in his pensive with his hand down his pants. Gods, the view of her slick, tight cunt lapping at his pelvis, gliding warmth over his glistening cock was ecstasy.
Mouth-watering, eyes dazed, he memorized her curves and dimples. He felt the corners of his mind go fuzzy, and then a chill swept over his cock. Granger lifted herself completely off of him, the cool air nipping at his wet prick. Fucking Minx!
Smack!
He couldn’t fucking believe it. Only she could make him admire her moxie, even while annoyed. So cheeky, so naughty, so fun.
She rode him good and hard, eager to amend her little edging stunt. “More—touch me!” She gasped, picking up her pace. Ah, quick to ask for a treat. Of course, she would. Draco reached up and clumsily rubbed at her clit, purposefully being sloppy. He loved their tit for tat they had going on, even during sex.
Despite his best efforts to delay her next orgasm, she seemed to be racing towards the climax. He could tell she was getting close again. Sweat-covered and pink from exertion, she was quiet, trying to hold her breath. A tiny puff of air and frustrated mewl followed.
Now he regretted this position because he wanted to see her face. He wanted more. Draco leaned up and rested his left arm back to stabilize. He was going to switch angles and change the pace, in hopes of stalling her.
“Yes, deeper. I need you!”
Draco felt his heart flip and his blood pressure soar. A soft ringing seemed to bleed into his ears and countered all other sounds in the van. She needed him. She said it. Out of all the filthy things she said tonight, that was by far his favorite. He was going to get that tattooed in his brain. Branded on his soul. I need you.
Draco surged forward and caught her hips, lifting her up and off his throbbing cock. Before she could even respond, he had her spun around and slammed directly back on his dick. But this time, instead of cowgirl, where she used her knees and hips for leverage, he used his considerable arm and shoulder strength. He cupped his hands under her plump arse and bracketed her thighs on his forearms. Holding her like she weighed nothing, he bounced her on his cock. He knew with the curve of his cock that he had to be hitting her directly on her G-spot.
Steadily pounding her hips against his, he used her body weight to help with momentum on the drop, slamming his cock against her spongy tissue. Granger’s brows were pinched, and her eyes were closed tight as her mouth popped open in pure bliss. Draco felt her walls flutter and noted her thighs tensing. She was going to cum on his cock.
“Look at me when you come.” He demanded, needing to see the exact moment when he pushed her over the edge. Her large hazel eyes widened as she met his gaze. She was so gorgeous. Utterly, devastatingly gorgeous. He had only a second to drink in the shifting hues of her irises before her pupil expanded and her pussy choked him senseless.
“Uuunnghhh!”
She came apart, staring deep into his own depraved gaze, and he hoped she knew. He hadn’t glamoured his eyes blue like he normally did when at the club. Instead, he bore his steel grey eyes into hers and beseeched her to recognize him.
He thought her gaze would be bleary with pleasure as she climaxed, but it remained sharp and heated as if his gaze flamed the fire that consumed them. She convulsed once last time, but never tore her eyes away from him. What a good girl… his good girl.
“F-Fuck!” Draco rasped for breath as he desperately lost control, removing her at the last possible second. His hot seed spurted over her lips and mound. He hadn’t planned that close of a call, but fucking hell, was that hot. Chest heaving like he had run a marathon, watching his spunk drip between her swollen lips, he decided to tell her the truth. If he wanted a true chance to have some sort of relationship with her, sexually preferred, he would need to confront her now before anything else could happen.
Gently, he set her down on the blanket twisted and bunched beneath them. He sat up tall and reached for the knot keeping her binds in place. With quick work, he had replaced her glamour and released her. Helping her lower her arms slowly, he rubbed them to improve blood flow. He wanted her to decide if and how she revealed her identity. It only made sense to give her that sense of control. He stared at her face, no longer the same woman who undid his soul. She rolled her neck and shoulders, shrugging out of his grip.
Shyly, she turned away, avoiding his gaze. Draco frowned, feeling desperate to smooth the tension. He summoned another handkerchief. He didn’t even bother to hide the blatant magic, but she didn’t notice. “Here.” He offered, trying to regain her attention.
She snatched the silk cloth and turned her back towards him as she began to clean herself. That was fine, to be expected, he supposed. The vulnerability was spent now that they both came. He followed her lead and turned around to give her more privacy. Tucking his dick back into his trousers, he debated a million different opening lines.
Perhaps he wouldn’t need to speak. He could just pull off the balaclava and act nonchalant. It would give him the ability to gauge her reaction and follow her lead. Was that the cowardly way of going about things?
“I have to use the loo! Be right back!”
Draco turned in time to see Granger vaulting out of the van, only to hit the ground running. She didn’t even glance back as she disappeared into the pitch-black night. His heart sank, and his chest compressed. Within the short amount of time he had his back turned, envisioning a million different scenarios, he never foresaw Granger fleeing without so much as a single word whispered.
Perhaps she did know who exactly those grey eyes belonged to and was horrified by what she had done with him. Like swallowing glass, he took a shuddering breath and closed his eyes. He had his answer. Granger wanted nothing to do with him. She didn’t even want to fight or yell at him. She wanted nothing literally at all.