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Her breath came out in harsh pants, hidden in the folds of her scarf as she hustled down the alleyway. She was late, again. Another night huddled over her desk, combing through reports on educational outcomes for muggleborns at Hogwarts. Someone had to be paying attention to the population that continued to be denied resources and early education. Someone had to be making the case for them to receive early intervention. No one else was going to do it and so of course she’d gotten caught up in the stories of dozens of students who were struggling with mental health and exhaustion as first years at Hogwarts and -
She paused. She was late. The excuses didn’t matter - wouldn’t matter - not tonight. She took a mental inventory of the garments under her robes. Her bra and thong matched in that they were both lacy, but they were also ruby red. It would be a problem. It would also have to do.
She finally reached the apparition point, turned and disappeared with a ‘pop’ before landing, hands on her knees, head bent, in the sitting room of a manor in Wiltshire.
“I’ve been waiting.” he said, legs widely crossed at the knee, a tumbler of brown liquor in his hand. One ice cube. His wand dangled with deceiving laziness from his other hand. The room, fully renovated since the war, was still dark. Mahogany bookcases lining the walls, emerald velvet couches and lounge chairs surrounding a well-lit fire. It smelled of cedar and sage, as it always did in this room.
She caught her breath, kept her stomach in check, before rising to look at him.
“I know. I was working on the new reports on the muggleborn education outcomes and I got lost in the endless ramifications of-”
“I didn’t ask for your excuses. I stated a fact. I have been waiting. You left me waiting. And here you stand with your rambling excuses, inappropriately attired. Standing. You are standing before me. Where are you supposed to be, darling? Where do I expect you?”
“Kneeling, sir” she said on an exhale.
“Yes, Granger. Kneeling. Now, undress.”
With shaking hands she reached for her scarf when she caught a gleam of mischief in his eyes. With a slight uptick of his mouth, his previously relaxed posture began to tighten up. His eyes narrowing. His jaw ticking shut. His hand tightening around his wand. She had barely unbuttoned her coat before she heard an intake of breath and a growled “evanesco.”
“Draco!” she cried, “That is the second coat you’ve vanished in the last month! Do you bloody well mind? Not all of us are made of galleons.”
He raised one pale eyebrow, his eyes darkening. It was little more than a breath before she saw his wand twist to vanish the rest of her clothing, leaving her standing before him in nothing more than her ruby red knickers.
Her skin pebbled with goosebumps and the draft in the ancient manor seemed to move through her bones as she stood waiting, watching.
“I said, kneel.” His tone brooked no argument as Hermione felt the tantalizing pull of submission trickle over her, causing her to bend her knees and kneel before him.
“Yes, sir” she said, her voice almost a whisper. Already she could feel desire pooling low in her belly, warmth spreading throughout her body.
His eyes softened just so as he muttered, “Darling girl, finally, what I want to hear from you.” He stood, glass still in hand, and walked around her in a slow, calculating circle. He took her in from every angle, drank in the sight of her bare skin contrasting with the knickers he specifically asked her not to wear tonight.
“Interesting attire, love. Did we not discuss what you were to wear tonight? What I expected of you.”
Discuss was an interesting word for “sent an owl during a committee meeting demanding lace black knickers with kitten heels” but fine, yes, they’d discussed it.
“Yes, sir.”
“And you chose these… items, instead of those I requested?”
“No, sir, these were the ones I was already wearing and I didn’t have time to change and-”
A smack echoed in the room and a burning radiated along her backside. She whipped her head back to stare at him but he was looking only at her rear, watching her skin turn pink, then red, taking in the jiggle after the spank. He loved to spank her, loved to reduce her to pleas and whimpers and shouts for release. Nothing moved her quicker into subspace than a good spanking, than reminding her that she was a naughty girl, but oh, would he make her better.
“How often must I tell you, I am not interested in your excuses, witch. Come.” he gestured to the chair he had vacated. As he sat down he motioned for her to come closer. She knew what was coming, what always came on nights like these, nights where she’d displeased him just enough to force him to remind her who she was - whose she was.
Those were her favorite nights.
As she drew closer to the chair he lashed out like a viper, pulling her over his knee and settling her with another smack to her backside.
He tugged on the sides of her panties, ripping them off her body and throwing them into the fire. The same was done with her bra as she found herself completely naked over his clothed lap. Mindlessly, her hips started to roll, seeking friction from his thighs, anything to settle the burning that had been lapping at her since the moment she apparated into this room.
A hand on her thighs stilled her hips as she heard, “None of that, darling.” As he spoke, his hand drifted down between her legs so he could caress her clit. Rubbing it, circling it, flicking it, he continued: “You’ve been a bad girl indeed. You’ve overworked yourself again, you’ve spoken back to me, you’ve refused to kneel, or assume your place. Surely, darling, you must be taught a lesson. You need me to help you find your way. Don’t you, darling?”
He wasn’t really expecting an answer. They were past that now.
“We will begin with five spanks. You will thank me for each one. Say yes, Daddy.”
Daddy. Daddy was new. She looked back at him. She’d slipped up a few weeks ago, almost calling him Daddy, shouting it in her head when she couldn’t say it with her mouth. Who knows how he knew that. He always seemed to know so much more than what she was able to tell him.
“Hermione, say yes, Daddy.”
“Yes, daddy.” she whispered, shuddering in pleasure, humiliation, arousal, temptation.
It was so wrong, so dirty. And yet, so, so good.
“Yes, my darling. I am your daddy.” growled Draco as his hand came down on her arsecheek again, harder this time.
“That is for overworking.” smack
“Thank you, Daddy!” she cried.
“That is for ignoring my directions.” smack
“Thank you, Daddy!”
“That is for standing in my presence - you know you belong on your knees.” Another harsh smack had her keening and thrusting her hips, desperate for even an ounce of friction. So lost was she in her search for stimulation that she forgot to thank him. As he waited, his hand moved from the small of her back, holding her in place, to the apex of her thighs.
She felt like she was burning alive only to turn into a true inferno when his finger danced along her outer lips. She gasped with hope that finally he would touch her, play with her, do something other than rain down smacks on her backside.
“You forgot to say thank you to daddy, baby.”
“What?” she asked, incoherent.
“You forgot to say thank you to daddy for helping you, for keeping you in line, for showing you what to do. What an ungrateful baby I have. Perhaps this lesson isn’t meeting your needs. Perhaps this punishment ought to be a bit more… targeted.”
In a flash he flipped her over so she now lay belly up across his knees, legs spread, head dangling off his thighs, utterly helpless.
“What, daddy, what are we doing, please, please, I’ll be so good” she rambled, praying to all the gods that would listen that he would take mercy on her and fill her godsdamned cunt please
Only to have him rain down a harsh spank right on her clit.
She screamed with agonized arousal, thrusting her hips into the air.
“Say thank you daddy.”
“Thank you, thank you, daddy, thank you”
“Good girl, my good girl” he murmured, as he soothed her reddened nub with his index finger, with his ring and middle finger slipping all too easily inside her.
She gasped for breath, raising her hips to meet his hand. Yes. Finally.
“Oh my girl is so wet for me. Did getting spanked by daddy make you wet? Did you like that naughty girl?”
“Yes daddy, yes, I liked it, please daddy” she was mindless in her need. She needed to be fucked and filled and utterly debased. She caught his eye as he removed his fingers, sucking them into his mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head at her taste.
“Oh baby. You taste so good. It’s only fair you taste me, too, isnt it? Are you ready to suck on daddy, my darling?”
Yes. Yes. Fuck yes.
Hermione scrambled off his lap, slamming onto her knees on the floor.
He chuckled as he slowly undid his belt, pulling open the buttons and zipper on his trousers.
“Take me out, baby. Take care of daddy’s dick.”
She took his substantial cock in her hands, mouth watering at the precum that had started to collect on his tip. Looking up at him for permission, she stuck her tongue out, gently licking his head.
A hiss sounded above her before hands twisted through her hair and forced his girthy cock into her mouth, the weight heavy on her tongue, grounding her in the moment.
“Oh, yes, fuck” he breathed as he slowly pulled her up and down his cock.
“You think you can take me, baby? You gonna let me fill up that little mouth? You ready to take me down your throat?”
She nodded, moaning at his weight in her mouth, her words jarbled as she tried to tend to him.
“That’s okay, baby, you don’t have to talk. It’s too hard for my good girl, what with her mouth being all stuffed like this. You’re okay, baby, you just let me handle it. I’ll take care of everything. My good girl, just let me use you.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head as he spoke. It was always his words that did her in - of course it was. She felt tears gather in her eyes as he pushed further into her mouth, the weight of him heavy on her tongue, her desire pulsing inside her. She moaned, then gagged, as he settled himself in the back of her mouth, his cockhead in her throat.
“Yes, baby, take it. Hold it right there, my good girl. Take my cock and keep it nice and warm in your mouth. You don’t need to breathe. You just need to be a good little whore for me and hold my cock right there. You were made for this, darling. Made to be a cockslut for me. Made to be my perfect whore.”
The more he spoke with his growled, heated words, the more aroused she became as her hips started to thrust against nothing. Frustrated, she began to grind herself against the heels of her feet, anything for friction, anything for some more touch.
Noticing her movements, Draco began fucking her mouth in earnest. Hands threaded through her hair he moved her head up and down his length, stretching her mouth wide around him, shoving her down from his head to base, until he tickled the back of her throat over and over again.
She moaned at his rough treatment, delighting in being used like this. Gods, it felt good.
She didn’t have to think, didn’t have to be in charge or responsible for anything other than what he told her to do. She could float, and receive, and make him come.
What a thing, indeed.
His breath became ragged as his thrusts grew more erratic and she couldn’t decide whether she wanted him to come down her throat or deep in her pussy, but thankfully he didn't make her choose. He pulled off, grasping the base of his dick tightly, a pained expression on his face.
“Turn around, hands and knees.”
As she turned, she noticed that he had silently and wandlessly transfigured the settee into a mattress, complete with a soft duvet, in front of the fire. She positioned herself in the middle, presenting her backside as she planted her hands and knees on the mattress.
“You look so beautiful like this, baby” he breathed.
Reverently he caressed her bum, still red and smarting from his spanks. He kissed each rounded globed before parting her folds with his fingers, outlining her lips and nudging at her swollen clit.
“You’re so wet for me, darling, so wet and messy in this perfect pussy.” He growled beneath his breath. “Only I can make you wet like this, isn’t that right?” He asked. She nodded only for him to demand. “Say it.”
“Yes, Draco, only you can -”
A smack landed between her legs.
“No. Who am I to you? Say it right.”
“Daddy, daddy, I’m sorry, yes daddy, only you can do this to me, only you can make me feel this way. Give me more please daddy, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise I will.”
“Sh, sh, darling, it’s alright. You just need to make it up to daddy.” He guided her face toward the mastress, pushing her chest down too until her whole front was flush with the soft duvet.
“You just have to take this dick, take it deep inside, and not come. If you come before I tell you, there’ll be no orgasms for you for a good long while. You can sit at my feet with my cock in your mouth for hours, getting me off again and again, taking my spend on your pretty face, and get nothing for yourself. Understand me, darling?”
She was on fire. Physically, literally burning from the inside out.
“I understand, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.”
She could feel his cock bumping along her opening, the place she most needed him to be, when suddenly she felt something nudging at her clit. His wand.
“Volvebature” he growled, as his wand began to vibrate against her clit. He guided her down so she lay flat on the mattress, his wand sandwiched between her clit and the bed, the sensations sending her into orbit.
“I said you couldn’t come until I told you - I didn’t say I would make it easy.”
She looked back at his mean little grin, right as he plunged to the hilt inside her.
“Good fucking Merlin, you feel good, baby. Fuck. You take me so well.”
He was always so deep this way, she could feel him in her chest, taste him on her tongue. He dragged his cock through her walls, lighting her up inside. Already she could feel herself contracting, squeezing, the tension racketing up inside her. How was she meant to hold off while he tortured her like this?
“Daddy, please, it’s so good, it’s so much.”
“I know, baby. I know. You’re so good for me. Taking all this cock, letting me play with that pretty clit of yours. Just hold on for me, yeah? Hold on for Daddy.”
Hold on? Hold on? How? Her mouth opened on a pant as Draco hit a new angle inside her, shifting his wand and centering it more tightly on her clit. She could feel him all through her body now, tingling down her legs and arms, her hair cracking with electricity as she shook from the effort to hold off her orgasm.
“Daddy please.” she wailed, begging for relief.
“Oh you beg so pretty darling,” he said, keeping pace as he thrust deep inside her. “But you won’t come, not until I say, not until it’s time.”
“I can’t hold on, it’s too much, it’s too good, Daddy, please let me come, please, please” she babbled, reduced to a quivering, begging mess below him.
His grin was back, “Keep it up baby, maybe I’ll show you mercy. Or maybe I’ll leave you like this, have my fill and leave you waiting here on the floor, desperate for my torture again.”
“Daddy no, please, please I’ll be so good, I’ll be your good girl, I’ll never overwork, or wear the wrong knickers, or be late ever again, I’ll be so good please Daddy just let me come!”
He thrust in deep and held himself there. Leaning down, he covered her with his body, kissing the top of her spine where he back met her shoulder blades.
“There, there, darling. That’s a good girl. That’s my good girl. That’s all daddy wants. For you to listen, to be safe, to be well. That’s all I want from you, my baby. That’s my good girl.”
As he whispered and kissed and caressed, Hermione felt herself melt into the bed, comforted by his weight, even as his wand vibrated against her clit, and his cock made her feel like a livewire. He began to make small, grinding thrusts within her.
“Now, you’ve been so very good for daddy. I’m going to let you come now, do you think you’re ready? Do you think you’ve earned the right to come? Can you keep being good for daddy and do as I say, and come on my cock?”
“Yes, Daddy, yes! Yes I’ll come, yes!”
She could already feel her walls quivering with delight and anticipation as those grinding thrusts of his ground her into the mattress. He pulled back, thrusting deep again, pulling shouts of ecstasy from her chest.
“Come, Hermione. Come for me, baby.”
Finally. She let the walls around her pleasure drop until the dam burst within her, washing her in waves of pleasure and tingling warmth and whiting out her vision.
“Yes, Yes, Daddy, Yes!”
“You’re so beautiful when you come, Hermione, so beautiful, I can’t believe you’re mi-” his words ended on a grunt, as the pleasure took over and stole his breath. His thrusts grew erratic, his words turned to growls as he took his pleasure from her body, head thrown back in wonder, eyes screwed shut, mouth agape, losing himself in her quim.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come, oh fuck baby -” he came on a growl, pumping her full of his seed, stuffing her to the brim. His pulsing cock almost sent her over the edge again as he collapsed on top of her, head between her shoulder blades, breath hot against her skin.
“Fuck, Hermione, fuck.”
“Mmm, indeed, Daddy.”
He groaned as he rolled off of her, pulling her into his arms as he went. She looked in his eyes, clear grey in the post-orgasm clarity, scanning over her face and body, ensuring her wellness and wholeness.
“Was that okay? I know we hadn’t talked about using the d-word, but you basically shouted it at me through the bond a few weeks ago, and I gave it a chance. I’m sorry for just throwing it at you like that.”
“No need to be sorry, I obviously enjoyed it.”
A satisfied grin took over his mouth. “Mm, obviously.”
With a grunt he pulled himself, then her up off the transfigured mattress, guiding her to their shared bedroom and master bath. He turned the water on, as hot as either of them could stand, sprinkling in bath salts and oils.
“Now, darling, tell me about these muggleborn educational needs. What have you found?”
Hermione stood back, watching this man, her husband, and felt within her chest an unrelenting sense of gratitude for him, for their life together, and for her burgeoning talent for legilimency.
Fin.