Apologies and bondage
Draco had no experience with girls. So when things finally got heated between him and Granger he had to solicit help from his friends.
What a mistake.
Those two idiots have never even kissed a woman. Hell, Theo made out with more boys than girls sometimes. Draco didn’t question his friend. Let him have his fun. The problem was they were just as inexperienced as Draco.
It’s not that he couldn’t get anything he wanted. He was handsome, rich, and charming. The Greengrass sisters would probably do anything he said. But he didn’t want anyone but Granger. So he pushed everyone away.
Pansy. She knows her stuff. How? Pansy was not shy. She had loads of experience on any subject. She prided herself on being perfect in every way.
Draco had to swallow his pride and ask her…things.
He made a list:
Whats the best spot to kiss for pleasure?
Where should my hands go?
where is the “clit”?
Theo had mentioned it once.
How do I grab her tits?
They were simple questions. Things he wanted to know before things got too deep. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by not pleasing his witch.
Pansy laughed. HARD. Tears rolling down her cheeks as she agreed to explain.
He decided to be a good friend and hold a meeting in his room.
“Alright. Theo love, Dray, Blaisy. Pay attention. I will NOT tell you this again. It’s already freaky as it is. I want to throw up.”
She called them virgin losers.
As part of her punishment she made Theo and Blaise test dummies… on each other. If anyone walked into his room right now, it would look so wrong.
“No, no, no. That would be too rough. You want to squeeze ever so lightly, like this.” Pansy slapped Theo’s hand off Blaise’s chest. Theo was giggling. Blaise did not like to pretend he had a pair of tits. Nor did he like that pansy made him wear her bra stuffed with toilet paper underneath his jumper.
“Do you see the difference? This way is light and teasing. Now if she likes pain, you can squeeze and bite. But if you’re having a sensual moment don’t go straight into it. It hurts.”
Draco took this extremely seriously. What if Granger asked him to massage her after a stressful day? He had to do it right.
“I don’t want to know how you’ll explain where “the clit” is.” Blaise pinched his nose. He was not liking the lessons.
Pansy had a mischievous grin.
“Oh no my love, that one is trial and error. Your homework, find the clit! I’ll only give you a hint.” She winked. She was an exceptional artist. All pure blood children grew up perfecting all sorts of arts. Pansy loved drawing.
She sketched up an odd image.
“Don’t rub down here. Try to move up.” She said. Draco swallowed hard. He was nervous. What if he did a bad job? He was getting ahead of himself. Maybe Granger wouldn’t want that from him quite yet.
“Just tell me where it is Pans!” Theo groaned. Pansy did not tell them. She said all cunts are not the same, not all witches like the same thing. It was about figuring out what your witch liked best.
He was grateful for Pansy. Who else could tell him these things with a straight face. Especially when Blaise was sitting there looking like a blow up doll.
The night went on.
Draco had quite the supply of contraband. Firewhiskey, muggle drinks, all the things he couldn’t have back at the manor.
They often stayed up late in his dorm. The annoying part was waking up to Theo’s arms wrapped around him, Blaise’s feet in his face, and Pansy snoring. Not very ladylike, he laughed to himself.
It was the weekend so there was no need to be up early. He woke everyone up, headaches and all. Kicked them out so he could have a bath.
He had a busy schedule for today. Watch Granger study for four hours straight. Make sure she gets to the lake safely. Make sure she gets back to her tower safely. Maybe pick up after her. If he was lucky, sometimes she wore those blue jeans or jumper he liked so much. A perfect view.
When he arrived at the lake he felt sick. Viktor Krum was also at the lake. Running. His father told him to play nice with the Durmstrang boys. He almost went to that school. Thank Salazar he ended up at Hogwarts with his perfect girl.
But something about the seeker was off. He was running but he kept looking at Hermione. Draco’s face was hot. He was a fan of the quidditch team but he’s not liking what he’s seeing here.
He will not allow Krum to take his girl.
He was watching her behind a tree. He wished he was closer.
Suddenly she was gone. He had looked away to scowl at Krum for one second and he lost her.
“What are you doing?” Draco jumped.
Caught once again.
“I- I” he never had the words, she made him so nervous.
“Are you stalking me again Malfoy?”
His cheeks were red, his heart was pounding in his chest.
“Don’t you remember what I said about following me around?”
“Yes.” he let out a breath.
“You’re not being a good boy.” She cast a notice me not around them.
Draco thinks his knees might give out just hearing her say those words.
“Do you want me to be upset?”
He shook his head.
She pulled him down by his tie. Stupid fancy suits. He always looked impeccable. Today it was used against him.
All the blood in his head went rushing down to his cock.
“Do you think you deserve this?” She whispered.
He could feel her hot breath on his lips and all he wanted to do was lean in. He still had no words.
“Apologize.” She let go of his tie and swiftly removed it off his collar. His eyes were big and his entire body was flushed.
“Hands.” He reached out immediately. The tie wrapped furiously around his wrists. The satin bit into his alabaster skin.
“If you want touching privileges you have to be good. You’re not being good right now.”
She yanked his head back. His hands immediately went to rub his cock through his trousers. It stung deliciously. Both his wrists and his head were aching from her harsh pulling. He was struggling to touch himself, only making his need worsen.
She looked down to see him trying to release the tension in his trousers and tsked.
“I didn’t say that was allowed.”
She grabbed his hands and pinned them to the tree. She muttered some kind of sticking charm.
He couldn’t move anymore. She was laughing.
“You’re pathetic. Really? You’re all tied up and helpless and you’re still turned on?” Their bodies were touching but she made it a point to not put any pressure on his cock. He was breathing heavily.
He needed friction. He was growing impatient.
She wrapped her hands around his throat, nails digging into his neck. It felt so fucking good.
“If I catch you again, I’ll never touch you again.”
“Please.” He whimpered.
She vanished the tie and sticking charm and he fell.
“Apologize.”
He looked up and immediately went for her torso. She didn’t stop him. His arms wrapped around her and he rubbed his face into her jumper, making it ride up and reveal her belly button.
He made quick work of it and rubbed his face into the exposed skin, leaving a trail of hot kisses and licking her furiously.
“I’m sorry.” Kiss. “I’m sorry.” Lick. Over and over.
“Enough.” She pushed him back and he almost fell on his back. He couldn’t help but see her cheeks were also red and her chest was heaving.
He was so drunk on her, her scent, the warmth of her skin, the sting of her nails that he didn’t even hear what she said. All he could do was nod.
She turned around and left him there.
Ofcourse he immediately ran back up the castle and into his dorm. What he saw made his legs weak.
On his bed was the tie Granger vanished off his wrists.
He had several wanks that night.