Lawful Good

There would be hell to pay for Draco Malfoy. 

In the midst of the tornado of motion, this was the only thought that Hermione could string together. It was only a matter of moments before brightness started to take form around her, and she gauged carefully when to let go. Portkey travel was, by far, her least favorite method of travel, but at least she had learned how to gracefully alight and not end up face first on whatever surface awaited her.

As she descended, she seemed to be coming down into a room from high up inside of it, as though the room had its own personal cloudy atmosphere. It was bright and white and gold... Hermione’s eyes were wide as she began to realize she recognized this place. 

The ballroom that Malfoy had hosted his grand Halloween ball in was the room he had brought Hermione to. As Hermione landed and slowly looked around, she came upon the one thing she had wanted all winter. A tall man in navy velvet pants and a black shirt with silver buttons stood before her, smirking from behind his silver and black mask. Hermione was struck by the sight of him, dressed to the nines but revealing all to her. Every little thing she suspected and longed for had finally come out to play in the open. 

“I had hoped to be better presented, but it seems somebody stole my jacket,” he drawled with sharp humour in his tone. Hermione could barely breathe, let alone move towards him, so he casually advanced and let her watch every languid step he took towards her.

“No rebuttal? That’s a first. I suppose it is a shock to find out that the object of your desire was me, all these long weeks. But I suppose you figured it out a long time ago. I think I even know when, if I go back in memory... ah, yes, I remember: Granger the awful liar. It’s almost insulting to think you could pull one over on me - unless you forgot the whole reason we work together. I could tell you were lying to me, the first day back after the party, but it seemed like such a sudden and random occurrence that I let it go. I didn’t think anything of it until you started wearing those clothes. I notice everything about you, Granger. I always have.” Malfoy was standing a foot in front of her now, staring into her still wide eyes. Hermione felt like she could move again, but she was at a loss for direction. If Malfoy swept her off her feet with wings and flew off into the night, she would be no more in awe of and receptive to him than she was in this moment. Malfoy edged closer still, and started circling her.

“The second time I knew you were lying, Granger, was the first day you invited me to your office,” his words were positively silky in her ears, “and you had the ruse of the candle you lit. You’re so cute when you think you’re being clever, but I’m cleverer, whether you like it or not. I didn’t need to see the evidence to know what you had brewed, or why you went off to the toilet. I wasn’t too inebriated to see through it all, like you’d hoped I would be. I understand what it’s like to work with people all your life who are so easily duped, but that ends here.” He was breathing into her ear, and as Hermione’s heart raced and she felt herself get warm all over, it was all she could do to not start whimpering at the intimate proximity of him. She willed her mind for something to say, anything at all, but nothing even somewhat intelligent was forming. 

“I knew it was you at my party. Through your glamour, which worked as well as anyone’s, I recognized you. It was the way you moved, the way you acted - so self assured and waiting for someone to take your guard down. It was written all over you. And you felt like I always hoped you would feel... but more alive than my wildest imaginings. It burned me to not let you unmask me. I just couldn’t risk the rejection, the hate, or how you would hate yourself because it was me. But I’ll let you do it now, if you want to.” Malfoy stood squarely in front of Hermione, head bent in opening to let her undo the charade between them. Hermione found her hands had a will of their own and methodically moved up to behind his head, unlacing the ribbons they found there. His hair was surprisingly soft, and she had to stop herself from caressing his head for her own selfish pleasure.

Malfoy never removed his eyes from hers while she undid and lowered his mask. Hermione felt she was in a trance, barely remembering to breathe, as all she could do was stare back at this man. No longer a bully, no longer amid Dark forces against his will, but here being who he has always wanted to be. Showing her. And Hermione was soaking wet at the unveiling of it all.

She didn't know if seconds or an hour had passed, because there was so much to read in his brilliant blue eyes. It felt as though promises were being made and stories being cracked open - it felt like a brand new life had been born between them. Malfoy looked as lost in this trance as she felt, but he suddenly reached his hand for her face and enveloped her in a passionate kiss that seemed to say I’ve waited too long for this again.

His tongue drove into her mouth, caressing the sensitive sides of her tongue. She moaned, helplessly enthralled, and attempted to do the same for him. He pulled back slightly before roughly pressing himself against her lips again, taking her loose hair in his hands as though he always did that. Hermione melted into his every whim and gave herself over to his touch, bodies melding together seamlessly. She looked so out of place in this moment amidst the luxury wearing just her jeans and a knit jumper, but it didn’t seem to deter Malfoy for a second. He let his hand roam her back and her waist, yet not too passionately, as though seeking permission for every new inch he covered. It was driving Hermione mad, and she just wanted him on her, NOW. She began clawing at the edge of his shirt, his chest, his back, his neck - seeking more, because by gods, she needed more. The more they kissed, the more frenzied she got. She felt as though any moment her magic might explode and melt the clothes off of both of their bodies. Malfoy didn’t let her lose herself and take control, and pulled away from her to her wild dismay.

He held her face up, close to his, and just panted with her for a few moments. Hermione began to reel at the lack of touch and quickly started over-analyzing what had just happened: She never considered that once she got what she wanted, she would start to panic from it. Oh my gods, what have I done? Did he even want this? Was I too much? Did we go too far? Hermione was about to be sick with the flurry of activity going on inside her stomach. Malfoy calmed his breathing and started to stroke her cheek with his thumb, as though he could read her racing thoughts. 

“Now that I’ve got you, Granger,” his voice a rough rumble, “I might not let you leave.” He turned out a wicked grin to Hermione whose breath caught at his heated intonation. A new surge of heat burned between her legs. Her mind had done a one-eighty, and any doubts had been effortlessly wiped away in one lustful sentence. She let out a peep of approval, but still couldn’t formulate words. She would let him have all of her, until she became part of him. Malfoy looped his fingers into the waist of her jeans and pulled her even tighter, emitting a low growl of approval when she gave a breathless gasp. He started kissing her slowly, yet with a sense of desperation and it was painful for the 2 of them to be existing only as they were and not something... more.

Tearing away from her once more, he breathed out, “Will you come with me?” Hermione only gave him a definite nod of approval, and before she could blink her eyes they had apparated into a smaller, darker room with more furniture. She took a step back to examine her new surroundings, quickly noting how the impeccably dressed man before her matched the new room: It was as ornate as the ballroom, but the opposite in every way. Instead of empty, white and gold, this room was full of character, decked out in black and silver. There was a huge shelf full of books near the roaring fireplace, and where they stood now was in between a massive window and an equally massive four-poster bed.

“It’s... your room?” The first words Hermione uttered were to ask a dumb question. Of course she knew this was his room; it could be nothing else. 

“I can’t wait to see what other sleuthing skills you have up your sleeve, Granger,” he purred in her ear, full of sarcasm. 

“You... I want to be clear, I mean, you want me? Like, really?” 

“I’ve wanted you ever since you punched me in the face. I just didn’t realize it until you... left school,” he gave a pained and awkward look. Hermione really looked at him, dressed in his finery, standing in his dark and luxurious bedroom, and couldn’t help but snort in amusement. Malfoy gave her a concerned and confused look.

“It’s just that I’m here, of all places, with you, and, well, I’m here, and Merlin, I can’t help but want you so badly, it’s unbelievable.” Truthfully, the whole evening had turned surreal, and if it all happened to be a dream, she wouldn’t doubt it for a second. Malfoy gave her an appraising, hungry look as he unbuttoned his shirt by one, sending Hermione’s heart racing again.

“Should we get more comfortable then, love?” His voice was so low and seductive that Hermione could only whimper in reply as he slowly started lifting up the hem of her jumper, staring her down like prey he couldn’t wait to devour, until he pulled it off and tossed it on a nearby leather chair. Had Hermione known she would be stripped, she would have worn something nicer than her plain beige bra and boring black thong, because she actually did get a lacey new set for this sort of occasion. The thought dragged across her mind for only a moment before she was reaching for the buttons on Malfoy’s shirt. She kept fumbling while their lips met and her attention was diverted, but pleasure ran through her as she grazed her fingertips down his hard, muscled stomach for the first time. Their hands were seeking each other’s skin so fervently it had Hermione in a daze, and she barely noticed when she had been pushed onto the bed with Malfoy leaning between her legs. He pinned her arms with his big hands and pushed up to take a good look at her. His eyes were feasting on the display in front of him, mouth slightly open as if he might taste her any second. He pushed back further and stared up at her as he swept his tongue from her stomach up to her bra. He seamlessly reached his hands under her and undid the obstacle in his way, tossing it aside, and Hermione watched as lust darkened his eyes. He reached a hand up to cup her perfect breast, and rubbed a thumb over her hard nipple, eliciting a small sigh from the witch. 

Hermione watched as the darkness turned to fire. His hands slid down her curves and worked at undoing and discarding her jeans. Malfoy looked ready to explode as he let loose a low, feral sound at the sight of her near naked body. He threw himself back on top of her, aggressively kissing and nipping her lips, fingers digging into whatever part of her he could find. Hermione took it and gave it back to him, sighing and moaning as she wrapped her legs around his waist and writhed under him. She craved all of his beautiful skin on hers, craved to see what it would take to get him flushed... As if in answer, Malfoy hastily stood up and revealed himself to her. Standing naked in front of her, he was bigger and longer than anyone else she had seen before. She stared at him as every little movement he made sent his cock bouncing, he was so completely erect. She didn’t know if he would fit all the way inside of her, but by gods, she would try. She wanted - needed - to lick him, the way he had licked her. She swiftly made her way off the bed and into his arms again, kissing his mouth and then making his way down his neck, chest, stomach... She was on her knees in front of him, where she belonged. Malfoy gave no objection to her desires, and only smirked down at her, half lost in bliss already. His cock was so perfect, she hadn’t known what she’d been missing with Ron. She silently thanked Merlin that life had brought her to her knees as she made the first swirl of her tongue over his head. Malfoy let out a moan and pushed his hips forward, clearly needy. He was divine to behold and she desperately wanted to keep going and swallow his come, taking his everything. He pushed deeper and deeper into her, and Hermione took as much as she could, moaning the whole way. 

“Fuck Granger... So good... Yes...” were murmurs she could hear distantly, the sound of blood rushing in her ears drowning out the rest. She alternated working his head then his shaft, so lost in her own rhythm it was only when a strong hand was at her throat did she stop and look up. Looking back down at her, she could tell Malfoy was flustered and close, his eyes half glazed. He gently but firmly lifted her up by her throat and threw her back on the bed. Hermione tried moving further back on the bed, but he just grabbed behind her knees and pulled her to him. The glint in his eye was back as he roughly grabbed her soaking thong and slid it off her body, behaving like an animal who had cornered his prey.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Hermione?” She let out a shuddering gasp at the combined sincerity, stroke of her outer lip, and use of her name all at once. She was all his now.

He sank low as he pulled her closer to his face, and he devoured her wetness while whispering, “Hermione,” sending shivers up her spine every time he said her name. She twisted and bucked beneath his strong hands on her hips and abdomen, moaning and whimpering and his tongue went to work on her. She could feel the rumble as he moaned into her, edging her closer and closer to her peak. She was so close, grasping at the rumpled duvet around her, ready to explode when Malfoy tore himself away. Hermione whimpered in agonized disagreement, but before she could complain too much, Malfoy’s length was hard against her. He picked her legs up, climbed onto the bed and drove her back with his body before collapsing himself onto her, hot skin to skin at last. He started grinding his length against her drenched entrance as he kissed her deeply and intensely, eliciting feral bucks from Hermione in return. She needed him inside of her like she had never needed before.

Hermione’s whole world came to a standstill as Malfoy positioned his head in her entrance. She was staring up at him, waiting to watch as his cock plunged deep into her. Gasping as he did so, he slowly inched his way in, clearly savoring the reaction it drew from Hermione. If she could just catch her breath, she would scold him for teasing her so... Instead she sank further and further into pleasure the deeper she felt Malfoy expand her. Each thrust felt like heaven, and her eyes rolled back and she tossed her head and clawed his back in ecstasy. It seemed like Malfoy was equally entranced, eyes half shut and quietly moaning as he slowly pumped in and out, feeling how deep he could go. Hermione wanted all of him, and opened her legs wider to let him in. She saw stars when he gave a powerful thrust and cried out at a sensation she had never been granted before.

“Please... gods, oh, fuck Malfoy,” she screamed as he continued to pound her deeply, giving her what she needed at last.

“What’s my name, Hermione? Say it, what’s my name?” he panted out as he pinned her wrists down. She locked wide eyes with him as he moved on top of her.

“Draco,” he gave a deep moan at the sound of his name, “Draco fuck me hard!” Malfoy unleashed his what little control he had left as he began slamming into Hermione, fucking her within an inch of her sanity. She met his every thrust with lifted hips, begging loudly for more. Through choked cries, she screamed Draco again and again, lost to anything but his movement inside of her. He began slowing down, but only enough to place a firm hand on her delicate throat. The last thing Hermione saw was Malfoy’s predatory stare locked on her face as the world went blurry and fire erupted from deep inside of her, spilling out every pore of her body as she nearly lost consciousness while finding her release. Her body had never felt so alive as she gasped for air, delirious in her bliss. Malfoy was still positioned between her legs, but he sat back on his knees and was gently stroking her inner thighs, grinning arrogantly back at her.

“Had enough, love?” he murmured when their eyes met.

“Not even close,” Hermione panted in reply, still catching her breath. His expression turned from a self-satisfied fool back into a dangerous man in a heartbeat.

“Then get on your knees, witch.” Hermione gulped and turned herself around, raising her ass in the air. Malfoy gave it a loud smack, and she gave a small cry at the sharp burn. “That’s my good girl,” he replied darkly. Hermione thought she was going to vomit her heart up the way it leapt into her throat and seized all mental functions. Malfoy slid back in effortlessly, and began pumping deeply. It was all too good, and Hermione was screaming; unsure if she would last the night without blacking out from the pleasure she was receiving. Her voice was getting raw from screaming his name again and again, and prayed to whatever was listening that her body wouldn’t give out before he was done with her. She could feel her wetness leaking down her inner thigh, and was amazed at what her body did for him. He was moaning louder now, which only made Hermione wetter, and she so desperately wanted to feel him come deep inside of her. She ached to behold his own release, and let him fill her up, like she deserved... He was getting louder and more unhinged as he thrust harder and deeper into her than he had done yet. Hermione was letting out choked sobs of pleasure when Malfoy sounded a thunderous cry as he found his own explosive orgasm. 

As he slid out and Hermione turned around, she found him gasping, flushed and sweaty at his expenditure. It secretly pleased her that she had made him work up a sweat for her. He collapsed on the bed beside her, and searched Hermione’s face, open expression and full of wonder. She realized that this was the first time she got to see the real him - vulnerable, expressive, emotional him. Her heart couldn’t help but burst with affection for this incredible man.

“I like it when you smile at me,” he said as he brushed away hair that had fallen on her face. Hermione hadn’t realized she was beaming at him, an open book too. She just bit her lip and grinned harder, unsure that words could even begin to encapsulate all she was feeling. Something told her she was in deep, and she didn’t care in the slightest. Staring at him lying beside her, she couldn’t fight the urge to climb on top of him and kiss him, free of inhibition and agenda. Her hands roamed gently over his neck, shoulders and chest, taking in the alternating smoothness and bumps where he was scarred. He lay there and returned the gentle caressing, bodies slowly becoming more entangled once more. Hermione wanted more, so she pulled herself away and started idly kissing a path down his body while her hands traced the edges of his muscles and bones. Malfoy was intoxicating; she was getting more aggressive with each touch. Licks, nips, and faster kisses now graced his skin and Hermione was getting hot and worked up again. He was everything... everything she had ever wanted...

Malfoy sensed the shift too. Beneath Hermione’s chest, he was starting to get hard again. The thought drove Hermione wild, and she kissed her way around his groin and inner thighs, careful to avoid his slowly growing member to tease him. Eventually she laid little kisses followed by sloppy ones up the length of his shaft, letting her tongue out to play. Malfoy was sounding low groans as she continued to mindfully go to work on him, building him up to that delicious rock hardness she craved. It didn’t take her long at all before she glanced up at his face as saw the growing need in his eyes, focused on every movement she was making as she went down on him. The harder he got, the slower she went and tighter the suction got. She wanted to have him at her mercy, and she would.

“Fuck, Hermione,” he mumbled as she made eye contact while slowly and deeply sucking his length. Her tongue felt a throb go though his cock, and she slowed down even more. “Gods, agh, Hermione,” he pleaded. The sound of her name was getting her wetter by the second.

“Yes, Draco?” she taunted while letting him go. He quickly propped his head up, eyes wide and clear at the sudden lack of contact. Hermione knew he was looking down at her shiny lips and smug face, silently begging for more. Silence wasn’t part of the game, though. She merely cocked her head to the side.

“Don’t you do this to me, witch,” his voice was low with warning.

“And what’s that?” she innocently asked.

“That bloody head tilting,” he huffed. “What do you want from me?”

“Oh, I thought that was pretty clear. But since we’re playing dumb, I guess I’ll put my clothes back on.”

“Granger, you will not,” Malfoy grabbed her by her hair as she moved to get up. Time seemed to stop as they stared each other down, mid movement. “You will put your mouth back on my cock, right now.”

Hermione defiantly stated, “And what if I don’t?”

A wicked smirk flitted across Malfoy’s face, “There will be punishments for bad girls, and I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.” There was a certain flame in his eye that Hermione couldn’t ignore, and dutifully lowered her mouth back to the tip of his head, giving it a quick swirl and nothing more. He didn’t say she had to move her mouth. 

“You’re insufferable, and tempting fate, you know,” Malfoy sounded close to resigned, but Hermione waited for him to launch his attack. She began to stroke his inner leg ever so lightly, then out to his hip, seeing if he would get ticklish from it. Malfoy jumped a bit and swiftly threw her off of him, pinning her arms to the bed as he loomed over her. 

“Insufferable. You want me riled? Fine. You’ll get what’s coming to you.” He picked her up off the bed by her arms, turned her around and twisted his hand in her hair, and made her walk forward. He prodded her towards the fireplace where he pushed her down onto the plush rug in front of it, and a breath later he was flattening her out with his body weight. He kneed open her legs and thrusted himself in, immediately fucking her hard. Hermione had no time to adjust as she grasped the soft rug for any sort of traction and Malfoy pounded her again and again. She was already back to screaming, he felt so good inside of her. If this was punishment, Hermione would misbehave again and again. 

Malfoy seemed to have no end to the energy he was pouring into her. She was nearly sobbing, lost in the pleasure of him inside of her, before he started to slow. He shifted himself on top of her as he pulled up her left hip and slid his hand down the front of her to reach her clit. The new surface and position had been extra stimulating, but Hermione tried to hold back to not let it end so quickly. Malfoy’s long fingers were too adept, and with the thrilling feeling of him moving inside of her, Hermione screamed “DRACO” before going limp with ecstasy. 

Malfoy, however, kept using her. He didn’t let her rest for a moment as he picked up her hips and brought her with him as he rose onto his knees. Relentlessly, he continued ambitiously thrusting her like he might never fuck again, giving rise to sharp, gravelly moans of his own. Hermione had entered a new realm of sound being emitted from her, and wasn’t entirely sure the noises were coming from her body. All she could focus on was him, and the feeling of him driving into her, again, again, and again... Until in a bout of madness and screaming from Malfoy, he came in her again, and they both slowly descended back to their earthly bodies. They were both glistening with sweat as they lay on the rug beside the fire, Hermione still coming back to her senses. She couldn’t ever remember being fucked so well. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she noticed Malfoy getting up beside her, and in one seamless movement, picking her up in his arms. He carried them to his bed - with nice, cool sheets - and looked over at him to see him looking right back at her.

“I’m speechless,” Hermione admitted. Malfoy drew a sly grin and chuckled. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment. I was wondering what it would take to finally achieve that.” Hermione rolled her eyes and scoffed at him, making to roll away, before he caught her arm and pulled her closer to him, eyes glinting. “And you’d best believe I have plans to figure out all the ways to make that happen again and again.”