Unholy
Hermione was used to seeing him in the manor, of course she was, he was her husband’s best friend. Whether it was drinking whiskey with her husband in his study, or playing quidditch out on the grounds, Theodore Nott was a common fixture within the walls of the Malfoy estate.
Her husband didn’t have many friends, being an ex-death eater and all that, but he had Theo. Hermione liked to poke fun at Draco, teasing him that his boyfriend was over whenever she heard Theo exiting the floo into their sitting room, but beneath the teasing, Hermione knew that the bond between Draco and Theo was closer to that of brothers than friends. Which made it all that much more confusing when Theo looked at her the way he was looking at her right now.
Dark eyes agleam with something Hermione could only describe as hungry.
This wasn’t the first time she had seen that look from him. The first time was on her wedding night, she was in her dressing room before the ceremony, half dressed and fighting with one of the clasps on her garter belt. Theo barged in like he owned the place, only looking slightly ashamed when he realized where he was and who he was looking at.
“I’m sorry, I was looking for Draco” he stammered, spending a moment too long gazing at her stocking covered leg.
“Draco isn’t here” Hermione responded, stating the obvious, too shocked and embarrassed to realize how dumb it sounded.
But instead of responding, or turning around and leaving, Theo flicked his gaze to Hermione’s face, and that was the first time she saw it; the hunger. They stared at each other for far longer than what was appropriate, but she couldn’t look away.
But then she blinked, and he was back out the door where he came from, but that wasn’t the last time he had leveled her with his downright sinful stare. His dark eyes would find hers everywhere she looked, but she couldn’t find it in her to tell her husband. She told herself it was because it would be selfish to drive a wedge between her husband and his longest friend, but deep down, Hermione knew the real reason.
She liked it.
Her husband was lovely, the hair of an angel and the personality to match. He showered her with gifts and love, never missed an anniversary, rubbed her shoulders when she was stressed, and even insisted her parents stay at the manor whenever they visited, the first muggles to ever step foot in the Malfoy manor.
But Theo, with his dark hair and dark eyes, was everything her husband wasn’t. He was edgy and confident, with large veiny hands that she imagined would feel so divine wrapped around her throat.
Hermione constantly reprimanded herself for having these kinds of thoughts about anyone other than her doting husband, yet she would find herself wearing short skirts and dresses around the manor in the hopes that Theo was paying a visit.
Which leads to the present, it was after midnight, far after Hermione’s usual bedtime, and Hermione had wandered downstairs in search of Crookshanks. Her plan was to find Crooks and go straight to bed, so she was wearing a barely there satin sleeping chemise, but instead found herself eye to eye with Theodore Nott right outside of her husband’s study.
He had stepped out of the doorway right as she was passing through the hallway, looking devilishly handsome. He looked up and laughed, a deep velvety sound that made Hermione shiver.
“Just the person I was looking for.”
He looked so put together, just as he always did, professionally tailored suit, $500 galleon haircut, sterling silver cufflinks, but Hermione could smell the whiskey on his breath.
“Where’s Draco?” Hermione asked nervously, crossing her arms over her chest.
Theo leaned against the opposite wall, tilting his head back and raking his eyes over he scantily clad body, making Hermione acutely aware of just how exposed she was in the chilly hallway.
“Passed out in the library. Solid catch your husband is, but can’t hold his whiskey to save his life” he laughed.
Hermione shifted nervously; this wasn’t good.
Theo cocked his head, “you were on your way to bed”.
Hermione noted that he hadn’t phrased that as a question, cocky bastard.
“Fancy a nightcap?” he finished with a playful smirk.
Hermione looked down at her toes, “I don’t think that’s a good idea…” she whispered.
Theo pushed himself off the wall and took her chin in one of his large hands, tilting up her face until he met her eyes.
“And why would that be?” he purred seductively, his warm breath ghosting across her face.
Hermione was frozen, she couldn’t answer. She had fantasized about moments like this for years, but she had never even considered acting on them. She was married, to a man who loved her, all of her. But Theo’s face was so close to hers, his scent was making her dizzy, and she couldn’t think straight. Suddenly Draco seemed so far away, she couldn’t see him clearly in her head anymore. If she moved her lips forward just an inch, their lips would touch, and she could see for herself if this man tasted as good as she had imagined.
But before she could move at all, he had backed away and was leading her by her hand to her Draco’s study, right next to the library.
Right next to the room her husband was passed out in.
No. No. Not good.
Then her hand was free, and Theo was stepping away from her towards Draco’s liquor cabinet. He pulled out two glasses and a bottle of aged whiskey. He placed one of the glasses in her now empty hand and filled it with a finger of the amber liquid.
Hermione swirled her drink in its glass, knowing the moment she took a sip, even a small one, she was willingly participating in a precarious situation. After thinking it over for less than a second, Hermione downed her drink in a single gulp, holding out her glass to Theo for a refill.
Theo smirked, he had her, and he knew it. He refilled her glass, this time taking the liberty of filling it over halfway.
“Can I ask you a question?” she finally blurted out.
“Only if you answer one of mine, quid pro quo sweetheart.”
Hermione swallowed heavily. “Deal”.
She stared awkwardly at him, not sure where to start, but finally settling on asking the most glaring question that had been plaguing her for years. “Why do you look at me the way you do?”
Theo answered without missing a beat, “because I can tell we both want the same thing” he said with a cocky grin.
Hermione scoffed, “and what would that be?”
“Not so fast, we made a deal, quid pro quo, equal exchange”.
“I know what quid pro quo means” Hermione snapped back.
“You always were fiery, even in school” Theo evaluated with a tone of appreciation.
Hermione bristled, “you were always an ass, even in school” she retorted.
“Is that why you wear short skirts and dresses around the manor? Because I’m an ass?” he shot back, his grin growing even wider.
Hermione clamped her mouth shut, pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek in frustration, “I won’t answer that” she stated in a dead pan tone.
Theo used his thumb and forefinger to unhook the button holding his suit jacket together, exposing the dark navy of his button up underneath. Hermione watched with far too much interest, she knew that such a small movement was not a mindless action, it was a power move. Theo was in control, he always was, he was a closer. Her self-control was a lost cause the moment they had locked eyes years prior at her wedding.
But Theo wasn’t just a closer, he was relentless; he was going in for the kill, his dark eyes sparking with an all-knowing glint that had her dripping down her thighs.
Theo took a step closer to her, and instinctually she found herself backing up until her butt hit the edge of her husband’s desk. To her dismay, Theo didn’t stop until he was standing a mere six inches or so away from her, finally stopping to finish off his glass of whiskey before depositing it on to small end table to his left. With his hands now empty, he caged her against the desk. She was trapped.
“Finish your drink love” he commanded, and she found herself tipping the burning liquid down her throat against her better judgement, before he disposed of her glass as well.
“So..” he started, edging forward even more until her butt was completely resting on the desk, and he was resting in between her thighs.
“You’re telling me…” he purred as both of his hands pressed against her knees, effectively pushing them apart.
“That you wear sinfully short outfits like this…” as he snaked one of his hands underneath the hem of her night dress.
“With no panties, dripping wet I might add…” he chuckled as he slipped a finger into her folds as Hermione sucked in a breath.
“For your husband?” he finished, emphasizing the word husband as he simultaneously slipped one long finger inside of her.
Hermione stifled a moan, and instead decided to challenge him. “And what would you say if my answer was yes?” she said, meeting his gaze.
Theo added a second finger and used his other hand to push her legs farther apart. “I would say that you, Hermione Granger, are a liar”.
Hermione bristled for the second time that night, “don’t presume to know what I want Nott- “ before she was cut off by the hand that was previously pushing on her knee wrapping harshly around her throat.
“Maybe I don’t know what you want, but I know what you need, don’t I?”
Hermione dropped open her mouth in shock, which Theo dropped his gaze to appreciatively.
“Such a pouty mouth…” he mused as he released his grip on her neck to dip his thumb onto her mouth, pressing down on her tongue.
“Theo, my husband is in the next room…” Hermione reminded him breathlessly.
“Well then, you better be quiet for me then, yeah?” he responded, dragging his thumb, wet with her spit, up her face to cup her cheek in mock affection, before drawing his hand back and slapping her square across her face, her own wetness left in a shameful streak across her burning cheek.
She whipped her head back around to look at him in shock, but he was fast, he snaked his arms around her waist and whirled her around until the front of her hips where now pressed against the unforgiving edge of the desk, his front holding her firmly in place. He snaked one hand around her hips and down her torso, caressing all her curves, his other hand slipping back up to her throat, where he caged her in a grasp just tight enough to get her adrenaline pumping.
“Draco will kill you...” she breathed,
“You and I both know that’s not true princess” he scoffed with a roll of his eyes.
“This isn’t right” she tried one last time, her resolve disappearing at an alarming rate as he pressed his fingers against her pulse.
“If you really felt that way, you need only call for him, we both know he’s only one mere wall away” he laughed while grabbing her chin and directing in the direction of the wall that her husband was snoozing on the other side of.
Hermione couldn’t bring herself to call his name. Just like Theo knew she wouldn’t.
After several long seconds, Theo craned her neck sideways until his lips connected with hers from the back. He kissed her hard before pulling away.
“Just as I thought, now are you going to be a good girl for me?” he growled, pressing his hand against her back until her front was flush with the tabletop.
“Yes!” she squeeked, squeezing her eyes shut. She could hear his free hand fidgeting with his clothes.
“About fucking time” he teased, before pressing the head of his cock against her entrance.
She sucked in a breath, Draco was always so kind and patient with her, and she had a feeling Theo was anything but. Suddenly her arousal was eclipsed by fear.
“Please be gentle..” she urged.
“If you wanted gentle, you would be fucking your husband right now, not me” he responded impatiently before pushing his entire length into her.
Hermione let out a guttural groan, it was almost animalistic. Even without looking she could tell Theo was significantly larger than Draco.
Theo grunted and tangled one of his hands in her hair. “See? You take me so well, just like I knew you would. Breathe through your nose sweetheart.”
Hermione couldn’t do anything but whimper and breath through the pain as he plunged in and out of her.
“Have you ever let your darling husband fuck your ass before beautiful?”
Hermione squeaked in alarm.
“That’s a shame, was a beautiful ass it is. We’ll have to save that for next time” he admired with a firm smack to one of her cheeks, causing her to cry out.
Theo paused before whipping her back around to face him. “No no, we can’t have any of that” he cooed in false hurt, as he pulled his tie from his neck and unceremoniously shoved it into her mouth.
“Much better” he said as he wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted her until her ass was planted firmly on the desktop, pushing himself to the hilt back inside of her again. She screamed, the tie effectively muffling her cries.
He wrapped his hand around her throat again, pushing her down until her back was flat against the desk, his other hand found its way to her clit, where the harder he squeezed her throat, the faster he rubbed her center. She was either going to climax or black out, and she wasn’t sure which. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins and all of her muscles were clenching around him. And oh. Oh. She was going to come; she was going to come harder than she ever had before. Maybe he really did know what she needed. She was screaming into his tie and clawing at anything she could get her hands on, the desk, his neck, his arms.
“Come for me baby, come on my cock like the filthy slut you are” Theo panted, releasing her neck to slap her face again.
Her orgasm exploded over her like napalm, and she really did black out for a moment. Her pussy squeezed him so hard that he gasped and growled, gripping the edges of the desk to support himself as she milked him for everything he was worth.
She could feel his own hot jets of cum coat her insides as he slammed into her erratically a few last remaining times, his balls slapping against her bum as he bottomed out against her cervix painfully, emptying his seed as deep as he possibly could within her.
Once they were both completely spent, sweaty and panting, draped within each other’s grasp on top of Draco Malfoys desk in his study, Theo spoke up.
“Here is what you are going to do sweetheart, you’re going to get your husband and help him to bed. You are not to bathe or clean yourself in anyway. You are going to tuck him in and crawl in next to him like the doting wife you are. In the morning when you both wake up, you are going to roll over and open your legs to him and beg him to eat your wet little pussy. And all while he’s eating your cunt, your going to think of me and what we just did.”