The Consequences
Draco’s eyes were closed as he reclined in the bed, the embers burned low in the fireplace as he finally let himself relax, thoughts of his witch taking over.
He could see her sweet face, flushed as she looked over her shoulder at him. Draped across his desk as he finished spanking her exactly how he wanted to. He groaned, wrapping a hand around his cock, the smooth expanse of her skin soft as silk under his hands. Draco let his imaginary fingers trail over the hot skin of her ass before letting his nails dig into the sensitive posterior. His witch whined, her breath coming in pants, begging for him to finish her, let her cum.
He chuckled out loud, letting his imaginary fingers linger at her creamy entrance as she begged for more. Fuck, his hand stroked his length faster with her mindless begging, his fingers stretching her wide as he thrust them into her warmth. Her beautiful face contorted as she got closer to her peak, his fingers squelching through her slick as he got closer, finally losing his rhythm as he verged on exploding. Her beautiful begging edged him closer and closer, her mouth opening letting loose in a shrill scream that nearly blew his eardrums – wait.
Draco’s eyes snapped open, his wand flashing red on the bed next to him as the alarm vibrated through his temples. Shit, his eyes widened at the alarm, SHIT.
Draco launched himself off his bed, scooping up a pair of boxers that he shoved his legs into as he ran down the stairs, nearly tripping himself. How did they avoid the wards? His brain spun as he ran, the cold harsh stones of the dungeon harsh on his bare feet, The only floo connection that wouldn’t trip the wards is Theo. He stopped short a few feet from the open door to his potions lab, -- And the Potter’s. He’d kept the floo connection open and unguarded, delusionally hopeful in the thought of his witch coming to him. She wouldn’t dare, he scowled at the door, anger bubbling up at the thought of her taking advantage of his open connection to break into his home.
Hermione’s struggling squirming to reach her wand was interrupted as the door blasted open, the wood slamming into the back wall to reveal Malfoy standing in his full glory, an angry glower on his face as his eyes met hers.
She froze in place, the binding hex not giving her much choice, splayed across his floors as he stepped in to survey the area wand trained on her. He didn’t say anything as his wand finally lowered, strolling to the cabinet to put the latch back into place and examining the brewing baneberry before turning for his furious gaze to meet hers once more.
Malfoy’s nostrils flared, his face hard in the darkness while his wand waved to light the sconces in the room, “An explanation would be welcome, Granger,” his voice was nearly a growl, echoing off the plain stones of the room.
Her breath stuttered in her throat, mouth opening but the words didn’t leave her throat.
His eyebrow arched, the fuming man stared down at her, “Because right now, it looks like you’re taking advantage of my open floo to look for evidence on a closed case,”
Her eyes rounded, shit, where do I go from here? Her brain spun, trying to think of an explanation, anything that would be even moderately believable. ‘Oh yeah, I just needed to break into your house to borrow lacewing flies for – uh Polyjuice?’ Fuck, lying doesn’t seem like an option anymore. Well, he was already angry with the truthful answer, she scrambled for any other options, she could outright accuse him?
“Hermione,”
Shit, he’s out of patience, “Uh—I needed some emergency – lacewing flies?” her voice broke, rough, and barely above a whisper.
Malfoy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose like he needed a minute to regain his composure. She stayed quiet watching him, eyes wandering down his carved chest, her libido perking up in the now-lit potions lab fully appreciating the view from the ground. His sculpted abs expanded and contracted with his controlled breaths, the tattooed swirls down his side dancing with the movements. She squirmed on the floor, trying to conceal her growing arousal and ignore the flex of his biceps with the outstanding veins as he tried to rein in his temper.
He finally picked his head up, “Lacewing flies?” Her head nodded, squeezing her thighs together, trying to hide his effect on her as her eyes wandered down the perfection of his broom thighs. She squirmed trying to relieve the tension and his eyes narrowed at her, “It’s too late for this shit,” his voice was low, long strides taking him across the room until he took her shoulder.
The pull of apparition landed them into the library where he set her on the loveseat before taking the armchair across from her. His wand waved to the bar in the corner where the glasses clinked out of her view, tired eyes examining her as he plucked a dart from his side table. She struggled against the hex as the glass descended into his hand, a lit cigarette between his lips. “Let’s try this again, Granger,” His lips meet the glass for a long sip, “Why are you here breaking into my private stores?”
Her heart stuttered in her chest as his eyes met hers, the smoke swirling around him like a demon, “I-I,” She floundered, trying to control her raging libido, unable to tear her eyes from his inked chest, the dark clouds gathered there leading to the snake slithering across his shoulders. His head tipped back, blowing another gust of smoke into the air above his head revealing the fangs of the snake striking from just under his chin. Her pussy clenched and she cursed herself for the inappropriate thoughts, “I needed lacewing flies,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut to his gaze.
He chuckled humorlessly, “We both know you weren’t here for lacewing flies, Granger,”
“I swear, Malfoy, I didn’t mean to trip your wards,” that much at least was true.
“I believe that much,” his voice drawled, “Care to back up your words?”
Her eyes snapped open at him, “What do you mean?”
“I’m a legilimens, Granger,” his eyebrow arched as his eyes narrowed and she could feel his presence stroking along the walls of her mind. Her eyes widened, it was widely assumed he had some occlumens ability, but nowhere had she seen that he was trained in ligilimency. His presence became more insistent as she tried to shut him out, “Granger,” his voice warned, “Either let me in or tell me why you’re breaking into my home,”
She could feel the gentle stroking recede as he observed her, shit, in for a penny, “I was here for the lacewing flies,” she doubled down.
Malfoy groaned, stubborn witch.
If the glare he delivered could kill, she’d be stone dead, “Fine, Granger,” the ghostly hands stroked along her mind, looking for a crack. She jolted in the couch, struggling against the nonexistent bonds, Granger, his voice whispered along her guard walls, let me in. She gasped feeling him there and he used her surprise to infiltrate the cracks, blowing into her mind before she could throw up more barriers to stop him.
Hermione closed her eyes against the onslaught, trying to push him out was like trying to grasp the smoke he blew into the air.
Hermione was sucked into her mind with him, watching as he poked around the entryway, opening a door to the memories poking close to the surface. He examined her memory of taking a photo of the brewing baneberry, her thoughts of the dragon eggs broadcasted out loud as though on a loudspeaker.
His chuckle echoed off her eardrums, Lacewing flies?, she pushed her shamed face into her hands as she backed herself against the last door she wanted him to see.
Draco closed the mental door, not even bothering to hide the grin growing on his face, he had her now. Her occlumency ability was novice at best, it was likely she’d never had any formal training. Regardless, the barriers that she threw up were impressive for natural ability alone. He turned back to the witch trying her best to hide before his eyes narrowed at the door behind her.
Now love, what else are you trying to hide? He stalked her across the room, the steps of his ghostly feet echoing softly off the walls of her mind, letting his presence there stroke along her walls as he walked. Hermione peeked up from her hands, eyes widening as she backed closer to the door.
Nothing, she was frantic to protect what was behind her as he closed in, pushing herself up against it. His eyebrow rose in question at the foolish woman.
“Hermione,” His voice spoke from the outside, causing her head to spring up, corporeal eyes meeting his before his mental presence sprang, wrapping his arms around her and turning the round handle, allowing the two of them to fall into the stream of memories.
His hands on her, grappling for each other in the darkness, an intense wave of arousal hearing his voice, the memory of being cradled and safe, being chained in his dungeon. Draco squinted his eyes, forcing himself to focus on the memory—no, a fantasy. Her fantasy.
The dream Draco whispered about breeding his perfect willing witch, ass flashing from where he had her pinned to the wall, her perfect, round breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her thoughts echoed around his psyche, take me, keep me, pin me down, breed me.
The rush of arousal caught him unaware as she found her in, blasting him out of her mind and back into his own body.
Her eyes were wide as she stared back at him, letting the information simmer and set in. She wanted him to keep her. His grin grew wider, whether she realized it or not, she delivered herself to him. Did everything shy of getting naked and wrapping herself in a bow. His head threw back, the stunned laughter billowing from his throat.
Hermione watched Malfoy’s face transition from fury to astonishment to pure glee. His laughter sounded like that of a madman, the striking snake making another appearance as his head threw back. Her fear of being caught was quickly replaced with anger, the bastard sees her fantasies and laughs? Fuck him.
Her hands struggled against the invisible bonds holding her hands tight on her back, aggravating the burning scar as she pushed herself vertically again.
“I get it, Malfoy,” Hermione wriggled against the couch, “It’s hilarious, now undo the hex and I’ll go back home,” pulling at her arms didn’t seem to do anything but make the hex hold tighter.
Malfoy’s laughter finally trailed off as his gaze returned to her, a soft sigh leaving his lips, “No,”
“What do you mean ‘No’?” she glared at the infuriating blond.
“Granger, there are certain protections put in place for the long-standing ancestral homes,”
She froze, eying the blond man spouting the Wizengamot’s archaic laws, “Why do I care, Malfoy?”
He strolled around his desk, pulling a piece of parchment and sitting to start scribbling something out, “Well, legally, I’m under the obligation to report that you’ve broken into a site protected under the treaty of Historical wizarding protections,”
Her breath stopped, if he reported her, she was finished. Out without a job, she might be prosecuted.
“Naturally, I would think this would be something you wanted to avoid,” He added the finishing touches to his parchment, “And luckily, there is a loophole,” his eyes glinted in the dark library firelight.
He was backing her into a corner, “I’m listening,” she whispered.
“Well, there were laws introduced a few centuries ago, presenting the opportunity for caught thieves to offer their services to the family they were trying to steal from,” He heard her sharp intake of breath, “All it requires is a blood pact,”
The arrogant arse leaned back in his desk chair, his smirk glinting in the low light.
Hermione snorted, “You’re talking about becoming an indentured servant,”
He chuckled, “Yes,”
“No,” She was horrified, “You’re insane if you think I’m agreeing to that, Malfoy,” her renewed struggle made her arm burn as the binding curse tightened further.
His eyebrows went up, “Really? You’d choose Azkaban over me?”
“Yes,” her voice was quiet.
He sighed, rubbing his hand down his face, “Wrong,” his voice was soft.
“What?” her eyes widened.
“Wrong choice,” he enunciated each syllable, with a shake of his head, “If you really think I’m going to let you go to Azkaban, then you’re insane,” his eyes narrowing, “Legally speaking, I have no obligation to seek your approval in this agreement, just a drop of your blood,” her struggling intensified as his steps grew closer.
She met his eyes, fingers squirming, trying to find the smallest amount of give. Malfoy’s face curved into a calculating grin the closer he came.
Hermione stared horrified into his eyes as he leaned down over her, pressing a kiss into her forehead, “Hush, love, it’s only a drop, nothing more,”
She squirmed across the couch, trying to get farther from his reaching hands, “Don’t you dare, Malfoy!” His hands caught her before she managed to wriggle off the couch cushions, gently pushing her over the curled arm. Malfoy’s whispered words of love and apologies fell flat as he gripped one of her hands to stop her struggles.
The bonds kept tightening, “Argh, you bastard!” her screamed insults muffled in the couch as a pin pricked the inside of one of her fingers. She felt a drench of liquid ruin her panties, struggling even harder against him just out of pure anger for her body betraying her.
Just as quickly as it started, it was finished, her head turned to watch him settle back into the armchair, the handwritten contract in hand. Pulling out the pin again, he pricked his own finger, smearing it onto the contract below his signature and Hermione felt the bond magic snap into place.
She felt her mouth drop open with his triumphant smile growing. Malfoys wand tapped the contract, making it disappear to someplace unknown, “You—You--,” His smile grew, “You selfish, entitled prick!”
He chuckled, summoning the decanter from the bar, letting it pour another finger of scotch, “You entirely moronic, self-obsessed ferret!” Her insults kept coming as he sipped his drink, nodding along to her with a smile.
Ten minutes passed before Hermione ran out of ugly things to call him, breathing hard in her bonds, her hair finally shook itself loose during her tirade, falling around her.
The ferret observed her quietly, his bare chest rising and falling calmly, “Finished?”
She stayed quiet, glaring at him across the room, as his wand raised, “Finite,”
Hermione almost fell off the loveseat as the movement and blood flow returned to her arms. She rubbed the feeling back into her arms, glaring at Malfoy across from her as he tipped the glass in her direction. Whatever the contract did, it didn’t seem to do much, her eyes darted to the door, trying to remember her way back to the floo.
The bastard pinned her with a glare, “Don’t—” her feet were on the ground and running towards the door before he’d finished the sentence. Her fingers made contact, “Stop,” Beautiful, stubborn witch to the end, Draco’s head shook as he watched her freeze.
The order blasted through her like a wave, every instinct telling her to keep going but her fingers wouldn’t move to turn the handle and her feet were stuck in place.
“Come here,” Hermione looked down at her feet in shock as they moved of their own volition, carrying her to where he sat seemingly unbothered. His grin finally faltered as she shook in front of him, gently taking her hand to guide her over his lap. “My love, I have no desire to use any of this on you, but things will be changing from here on out,”
“What have you done?” her wide eyes stared down at him while he gathered her in his arms.
Malfoy’s hands stroked over her arms, gently caressing her face with his whispering lips, “The contract is complete,” her eyelids fluttered closed as his mouth brushed over them, “You belong to me,”
Hermione jolted from her stupor, pushing against him, trying to fight her way off his lap, “Granger,” his voice warned, strong hands gathering hers before pinning them against her back, “Behave,” his hand descended over her covered thigh.
The shock gave her pause her gaze meeting his cocky smirk, their breath intermingling as she stared up at him from her spot on his lap. She could almost feel her eye twitch at his arrogance, “Behave??” her hair thrashed around as her fighting ensued, “You overbearing, conceited, self-important arsehole!”
Malfoy’s sigh was lost to her screaming as he pushed her over his lap, holding her firmly in place as he rearranged her.
Hermione’s yelling cut off, striking her that she was in the perfect position for a spanking, her face dropping nearly to the area rug arse in the air, “What in Merlin’s name are you doing?!” She struggled trying to get her hands underneath her or just roll off him altogether.
A whispered charm stuck her wrists to her back, “You’ve had your turn, now, I’m going to explain how things will go from here on out,” She felt his leg shift to hold her thighs in place, his lips descending pressing his lips to the back of her neck with another whispered charm.
She jolted when his hands danced over her bare skin, “You bastard!” she screamed her fury, renewing her struggle against his hands. The soft laugh above her drove her anger further. Hermione saw red, lunging for his calf with her teeth before a hand planted itself in her hair to pull her back. Malfoy’s hand descended in the same moment, the smack ringing out across the room as her arse lit on fire.
Hermione yelled out from the corporeal punishment, tears lighting her eyes as her head was pulled back for his eyes to meet hers, the hard length of his cock pressing into her hip “Never raise your hand against me,” The order echoed through her along with another stinging smack. “If anyone’s biting, it’ll be me from here on out,” the words were gritted through anger as another burning swat descended.
Her face flushed shamefully through the tears as she felt another gush warm her thighs, Malfoy’s fingers danced over the burning skin of her arse, “Now,” He sighed, “You will be staying here from now on,” her eyes snapped up to glare at him and his fingers tightened in her hair in warning, his hand landing lightly again “You will be signing the betrothal contract, and you will begin taking on your duties as the lady of this house,”
“The fuck I will!” the smacks rained down on her arse as she screamed, the burning red of her cheeks matched on both sides. Her butt burned and swelled as she struggled against his hands, twisting in his grasp and unable to stop squirming as he set her cheeks aflame. She could feel his cock growing against her the more slaps that landed.
Merlin, every time she twisted against him the humiliation flared along with her arousal. Her sensitive nipples scraped against his lightly furred legs and she realized she must’ve been dripping down his legs at this point.
His rhythm finally broke, calloused fingers scraping the sensitive skin, giving it a small pinch and laughing at her gasp, “Do we understand each other now?”
Her face was wet with tears, “I-I’ll never—” her gasped words were met with another flurry of smacks onto her burning sit-spots.
“Do we understand each other?” Malfoy’s snarled words punctuated as he dug his fingernails into the burn.
“Yes!” She gasped.
His chuckle rang out in her ears, “Good girl,” his fingers became gentler as they rubbed down her behind, soothing her sensitive skin and letting her gasping sobs run themselves out. His lips pressed to her shoulder, the back of her neck, anywhere they could reach as his fingers danced over her skin. “My perfect, sweet little witch,” his fingers gently scratched her scalp sending shivers down her spine, “My good girl,” His lips pressed a kiss to the burning skin of her arse and his fingers danced lower. Her hips canted up as they rubbed through her juices, finding her clit with deft strokes before leaving her bereft.
“No,” she whined as she pushed back against his legs, seeking more of the magical sensation.
“One more thing, my love,” his soft words punctuated as the betrothal contract landed in front of her, shocking her out of the stupor as one of her wrists loosed and a quill was set in her hand.
“What?! No!” she wriggled to try and get free, using her loosed hand to push against him before it was caught again and returned to her back.
His groan met her ears as his fingers returned to her hair, pulling her head up until her eyes met his, “I thought we were making progress, Hermione, you want me. You’re just fighting against the inevitable,”
“I’d rather fuck a venomous tentacula,” she shot back.
“Oh really?” His fingers screwed her deep, rubbing against her walls and making her whimper, “Because this says otherwise," his fingers pulled out before thrusting again, setting an unforgiving pace as his loose digits came down to rub her clit. Hermione moaned as his mouth descended on hers, fingers punishing her from the inside out she met him thrust for thrust. Just a little more, she could feel her release building as his hand fucked her, the burning skin making every scrape against it more intense.
She gasped through her tears, throwing herself back on him, fighting for the last little bit she needed when his hand pulled away, “No! You bastard!” her frustrated scream punctuated by infuriated struggling, his laugh echoing through the room when her blazing ass hit the rug.
Her hands finally loose flying to her cunt to finish the job when his eyes narrowed, “Don’t you dare, make yourself cum,” her hands froze the frustration driving her mad, “Your orgasms belong to me now, you don’t sign, you don’t get to cum,” Malfoy’s wand waved, placing a stasis charm between her legs through the frustrated sobs before his hand reached for the skimpy boxers he’d thrown on.
His eyes fixated to her face as he stroked himself, breath coming in short pants watching the defeat wash over her face with a fresh wave of tears. Hermione squirmed on the carpet in front of him, mindlessly begging for her own release, held on the cusp of her orgasm with the stasis charm.
His grin held a sharp edge as he stroked his cock with his hand, hips moving in tandem until the victorious bellow left his lips, release spraying across her belly and breasts below him.
He chuckled watching her tortured writhing, cock softening in his hand as he enjoyed the vision of disappointment and bitterness and beauty. “Fuck,” He groaned, “There’s nothing in the world I want more right now than to watch you cum, Hermione,”
“S-so then let me!” her breathless words pulled from her chest.
“No,” he chuckled, “Until you accept what you’re given, we both suffer,” his wand came up, casting a cleansing charm over himself before he checked the tempus, “In the meantime, it’s time for bed,”
“What?!” she choked, “Y-you can’t leave me like this,” the tears streamed down her cheeks with renewed vigor.
Malfoy tucked himself back into the underwear, as he stood, collecting her in his arms, “Of course not, you’ll come to bed with me,” the wolfish grin lighting his face as he walked with her clinging to him, the mindless need driving her every thought, even as exhaustion took over.