Secret
“Pay attention! Read that line again.”
“Legs wide, hands at sides- ah!”
“This will continue until you read these properly. It's your job to feel sorry for your nipples and clitoris, not mine.”
After we had breakfast, I hung Hermione from the ceiling with her hands and feet tied behind her back. After replacing the clamps I gave her yesterday, I put the BDSM book in front of her, which she "forgot" to read, and told her to read it. For each mistake, I put a weight on her clamps. It's been almost an hour since she started and she's only started reading the second page. Four weights hang from each of her clamps. I'm starting to think she misread it on purpose just to cause pain.
“If you keep reading it wrong, I'll give up the weights. Instead, the collar will do its job. Now, read the presentation position again.”
Hearing that she would be punished with a collar made her focus more.
“In the kneeling position, legs wide, hands behind the neck, my pelvis must be tilted and my breasts thrust forward to show you my pussy.”
I took another weight and placed it on her right nipple.
“Now where did I go wrong?”
“It's not your pussy, it's my pussy. You're mine. Also, pay attention to your tone. I thought we already agreed that you should say Sir?”
“I'm sorry sir. In the kneeling position, legs are wide, hands are behind the neck, the pelvic must be tilted and the breasts are brought forward so that you can see your pussy. Or I should wait on hands and knees. ”
"Beautiful. Read the sentencing presentation.”
“The stance is determined according to the region chosen by the dom. If the butt is chosen, the hands and knees are placed, the chest is pressed to the floor and the butt is presented to the dom.”
2 HOURS LATER
Ten weights were hanging from her clamps when she stubbornly continued to mispronounce because she found the supervisory position degrading. Because of her sass, I put the weights down and let the collar do its thing. I watched the electric waves on her neck, nipples, and clitoris as the electric waves appeared green under the influence of the spell. She was screaming and making incoherent sentences. It stopped after 1 minute. I slowly walked around her and came in front of her. After her shaking subsided, I gave the order again.
“Read it again.”
“P-Position used to check the health and cleanliness of the slave's body. Standing, l-legs shoulder-width apart and hands behind the head.”
"Well done. Do you realize why you are in so much pain?”
“I did not fulfill my reading duty. I was spoiled while reading.”
“Good girl”
After removing all the weights attached to the clamps, I untied her ties and made her stand. I removed the clamps from her nipples and took both of her nipples in my hand and sucked them alternately to relieve the pain. After carefully removing the clamp from her clit, I gently caressed her clit, soothing her pain.
“Sit on the couch and wait for me, honey.”
I kissed her forehead, waited for her to go to the couch, and then left the room to get some food from the Great Hall. I was grinning to myself and smiling at the portraits along the way. I'm the luckiest man in the world. God! Hermione Granger became my wife. And with a soul bond ritual! Moreover, she allowed a bond in which she will remain both my wife and my submissive forever. Every inch of her body, every behavior, every look, every thought that passes through her beautiful head, everything is so beautiful.
“Draco Malfoy! Don't tell me that you left your bride alone and came here!”
“For God's sake, Pansy! I need my ears! I came to get food, you psycho witch!”
“Well, if you had waited a bit, we would have brought your food anyway. With the help of little Weasley and Neville, we learned her favorite dishes and prepared plates for you both.”
"Man! Did you leave your bride alone the very first day!”
“Theo, if one more person asks that question, I will curse them. Of course I didn't leave her. Pansy, give me these plates and let me go.”
“Dra-“
“Blaise, I think you should shut up. When I just asked him, he said he would curse anyone who asked the same question again.”
“I thought marriage would reduce this man's moodiness. Nothing has changed"
“You haven't seen my temper yet, Blaise. You can thank my wife for that when you see it.”
"God help Granger."
“Granger-Malfoy, you idiot.”
“Okay, big guy. She is your wife.”
“Draco, they said Granger liked these, but if she wants anything else, let us know. There's no need to leave the girl alone."
“Granger-Malfoy. You were all at the wedding, it shouldn't be this hard to understand!”
“Oh, you are an insufferable fool. Come on, get out of here.”
After being pushed out of the Great Hall by Pansy, I started going up to our room. I won't let these idiots piss me off. In our room, my beautiful wife, who has just been punished, is waiting for me.
“Honey, I brought food.”
When I realized she was still naked, I took off my shirt and put it on her. There was something I noticed. Whenever I take care of her, she would become quiet and withdrawn. I sat on the couch and pulled her onto my lap.
“Baby, is something bothering you?”
"What? Oh no, there is nothing.”
She looks away. There is definitely something. I held her chin and made her look at my face again.
“You know you can talk to me if there's a problem, right?”
“Yes, Draco. Really, I'm fine."
"Ok. Then it's time to eat."
While Hermione was sitting on my lap, I took our plate in one hand and started feeding her. Whatever was bothering her, I could feel it upset her through our bond. If she doesn't tell me, I can find out from Potter. After finishing our meals, I left the room with the excuse of taking the plates to the kitchen and went to the Slytherin common room first. I took a parchment I found and wrote to Potter.
“Potter,
I won't beat around the bush. Hermione has a problem that she hasn't told me about. Thanks to our bond, I can sense that this issue upsets her. I need to help my wife. Even though I'm jealous of your bond right now because she doesn't share her problems with me, you two share everything with each other. What's wrong with Hermione?
Malfoy"
After giving the letter to one of the owls, I returned to our room. Did she regret it? If she is regret, is she regretting the ritual or regretting being with me? God, please don't regret it. When I entered our room I found Hermione where I had left her, only now wearing her pajamas. Normally she would want me to dress her.
“Draco?”
“Yes, my beauty.”
“Well, I feel something. Your feelings.”
"Yes. We can feel each other's emotions because of the bond that forms between us after the ritual."
“You, I don't know, like sad.”
Damn. I have to hide my feelings from her somehow, at least until Potter answers.
“I'm not sorry, honey. I have no reason to be sad. How can I be sad when I am loved by such a beautiful woman?”
"Oh, then you tell me "good girls don't act spoiled"
“Mmm, good girls aren't cocky either, but you don't seem like a very good girl.”
When I grabbed her by the waist and laid her on the bed, her eyes were squinting with laughter. While I was top on her, I look her smile for a long time. I kissed her eyes, cheeks, nose, both sides of her mouth and lastly her lips.
"I love you"
"I love you too"
After Hermione's sentence, I went to bed hugging her waist tightly. I hope Potter answers quickly.
Next day
I suddenly opened my eyes because of the clicking sounds on the window. Damn owl. I quickly opened the window and took the letter before Hermione woke up. When I looked at Hermione, she was still sleeping. I went into the living room and opened the letter.
“Malfoy,
Normally I shouldn't say this. However, you are her husband and Mione has a bad habit of keeping secrets from the people she loves. Please don't tell Mione that you learned this from me. Before going on a horcrux hunt, Mione erased all her parents' memories of her. She then sent them to Australia. After the war, she did not reverse the spell, thinking that her parents might be happier without her. When she is happy, she thinks of her parents and becomes withdrawn for a while. Maybe you can help her.
Potter"
Damn it.