Poor little Theo Nott didn’t have a clue what he was doing. His hand was sliding lower and lower down Hermione’s back as he talked to her and she pretended not to notice until his hand was on her ass. And even then, she didn’t react until he gave it a firm squeeze, which she rewarded with a “surprised” little jump and a giggle. Would he try to stick his hand under her skirt? Should she let him?
Hermione chanced a quick glance across the room at her boyfriend, and good godric he knew exactly what it did to her insides when he stared at her like that. Those eyes were flashing a dangerous warning, and she was ignoring it.
Hermione tried to focus on what Theo was saying, at least enough to nod along at the right moments, but she was already getting distracted with thoughts of what Draco would do to her once they were alone.
She checked again. He was definitely mad. But he couldn’t keep the hint of a smirk off his face, like he was just a little bit amused with her. Or was he thinking about what he’d do to her later too?
“So I’ll catch you at the next quidditch game?”
They were talking about quidditch? How? Wait, was that why Draco was smirking at her? Hermione didn’t care. She took her exit, nodding in agreement that she’d be there before slipping away.
She assumed Draco would follow her back to their shared dorm and was a little disappointed when he didn’t, but the anticipation was part of the thrill wasn’t it? So she curled up on couch reading, waiting for Draco to come fuck her so hard she’d forget her own name or maybe spank her ass hard enough to leave his handprint marking her since she’d let another man put is hands there.
By the time he finally did come Hermione was practically squirming.
She expected Draco to pull the book from her hands and bend her over, but he didn’t say a word as he sat down on the couch.
Was he actually upset with her? She peered over the edge of her book to see Draco pull his semi-hard cock free from his pants and begin stroking himself to full erectness. She had to squeeze her thighs together to keep herself from touching without permission. And it didn’t go unnoticed.
“Flirting with one of my best mates to make me jealous, Granger?” He tsked and when his hand came up on another stroke he wiped the precum from his tip. He held his finger out for Hermione as he lowered the book away from her face. Hermione’s mouth opened for him on instinct and when his finger delicately stroked her tongue she moaned as she licked the salty taste of him clean, and again couldn’t help squirming and pressing her thighs together.
“Granger…” He held her thighs apart in a wordless reprimand. Her book dropped to the floor when he started rubbing slow, too slow, circles with his thumb over her knickers.
It felt good but if he would just rub her clit. Or pull her knickers off. As if he could read her mind Draco reached for his wand and had her knickers gone with one spell. She couldn’t hold back a whimper as his thumb finally brushed against her bare pussy.
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You.” Her answer was automatic.
“This is mine?” Draco teased as he finally touched her clit. Just one quick swipe. Making her hips buck towards his hand for more. He tsked as he continued teasing her folds.
“Yes! Yes! Yours! All yours!”
“Mine!” He rubbed her clit again. “But you were flirting with my mate? I think I need to remind you that you’re mine, Granger.”
“Yes, Sir!” God, this was it. Finally. He was going to fuck her. Fast, and deep, and hard. Maybe he’d make her leave his cum in her during dinner. She might do that anyway.
She watched Draco magically summon something to the table in front of them. Parchment and a quill? She tried to think of a reason they’d need it and couldn’t think of one.
“Come here, Granger.” Draco was back to sitting and stroking his cock. She starting to crawl into his lap but he spun her around to face the fireplace.
“Good girl. That’s a good girl.” He praised her as he eased her down onto his cock. Her breath left her in a moan. Draco allowed her to move her hips experimentally until she found the most comfortable position that had his cock hitting her in just the right spot. God, she felt so full. He felt so good.
But when she started to move her hips in earnest, to really ride him, Draco forced her to stay still.
“Granger, riding my cock is a reward. You have to earn it.” His fingers dug into her thighs enough to hurt, as if to emphasize his next words. “This is a punishment.”
Hermione squirmed. She really didn’t mean to, she just couldn’t help it. She was desperate for friction. But Draco only chuckled and held her tighter.
“Pick up the quill.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“This pussy belongs to me?” He teased her clit under her skirt but refused to let her move.
“Yes, Sir.” Hermione struggled to answer. Draco exhaled a sharp hiss through his teeth as she clenched around his cock.
“Write it: This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy.”
Just the tiny amount of friction Hermione got from leaning toward the table had her gasping. She wrote out the sentence exactly as she was told: This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy.
“Good girl.”
She clenched around him again, aching for him to start fucking her, but he stayed infuriatingly still.
“How many lines do you think you’ll have to write before it sticks?”
Lines? Hermione’s mind was already going fuzzy from Draco’s hands wandering down her legs.
“Let’s start with 50. See how wet you are after that.”
Hermione’s brain snapped back to reality just long enough to realize she wasn’t getting fucked. “You want me to write 50 lines?”
“That’s right.”
“While you’re fucking me? Or not fucking me? While we’re like this?” She knew she sounded whiny and confused and maybe a bit desperate but his cock was inside her for Merlin’s sake and he was having her write lines?
But Draco only chuckled as he answered, “Just like this. You’ll keep my cock warm for me while you write your lines.”
He couldn’t be serious. He couldn’t. Write 50 lines with his cock inside her, and not allowed to move?
“Start writing, Granger.”
Another moan escaped as she leaned forward to reach the parchment.
This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy.
“Good girl.”
This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy.
He started toying with her clit again and Hermione wondered if he might make her cum on his cock without ever fucking her at all. She wondered if he’d punish her for cumming without permission.
This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He rubbed her clit harder and faster. And her cunt felt so deliciously full when it spasmed.
This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy.
She was so close. So close! But Draco stopped touching her clit and instead was rubbing circles on her thigh.
Hermione clenched her eyes shut and willed her breaths to steady. She was so focused on breathing and not cumming and being a good girl that she dropped the quill.
“Bludger?” Draco’s hand stilled on her thigh.
Bludger. The safe word for a timeout. Or how they’d said it, the “I’m not totally sure how it’s going so I think we should break scene to check in” word.
He thought he pushed her too far. No. She was ok. She shook her head but she knew Draco would make her answer him out loud.
“Toast.”
Toast. The safe word for don’t stop. Extremely practical for when Draco teased her in the great hall. It was Hermione’s idea to make the safe words for don’t stop and stop be food words specifically for the great hall, where they did a lot of fooling around that they probably shouldn’t.
But they weren’t in a dining room full of their classmates now. They were blissfully alone and Hermione was tempted to just scream at him please please please don’t stop. She’s a good girl. She can handle it.
His hand returned to her clit, his touch too light to bring her any relief. She whimpered.
This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy.
“Are you having fun?” she asked him.
Draco’s fingers instinctively pressed harder into her clit. “I am. I might use you to keep my cock warm in other places around the castle.”
She clenched around his cock at his words. At the idea of sitting in Draco’s lap, completely stuffed with him. Being unable to move not because she was being good for him, but because all their friends would be completely oblivious right next to them.
This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy.
“Would you like that, Granger?”
“Yes!”
This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy.
“Where should I use you as my good little cocksleeve?”
She had to think. She couldn’t think. God, she really needed to cum.
This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy.
“The library.”
He laughed against her hair. “Where else?”
“The stands at a quidditch game.”
This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy.
She listed any location she could think of where she’d sat in Draco’s lap before: Madame Puddifoot’s, The Three Broomsticks, The Hogshead, the courtyard, the great hall…
He silenced her with a trail of open mouthed kisses up her neck to her earlobe. Making her moan and wiggle on his cock.
“Stay still, Granger,” he chastised, but she could tell he was teasing her. Because he kept sucking on her earlobe, making her squirm for him. “You feel so good on my cock like this,” he breathed against her ear in reverence.
“Draco, please…” Hermione squirmed again. Turned to show him a pout.
“Come on now, Granger. You’ve barely filled a quarter of your parchment.”
“I’m so horny!” she whined.
“I know. You feel so good!” Draco emphasized his point with one single buck of his hips. But it was enough to make Hermione gasp and grab onto him.
“Keep writing.”
This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy.
“Good girl.”
Hermione wrote and wrote and wrote. This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy. And did her best not to react to Draco teasing her clit.
Until his strokes weren’t a tease anymore. He rubbed firm circles, his pressure and speed never faltering.
This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy.
Hermione felt the delicious flutters of an orgasm building. It was so close. Her pussy squeezed Draco’s cock and she started to squirm again. Tilt her hips toward his hand. Try desperately to bounce. She was so close!
But Draco dragged his hand away from her aching center. Squeezed her thigh as he held her still.
She nearly screamed. “Detention!”
Detention. Their safe word for “I need to cum right now!” Sometimes means stop the scene to skip to the orgasms, but usually means “I’m leaving this crowded place because I’m really really horny and I need you to follow me and take care of it.” Always results in an orgasm.
“Too much?” Draco asked, a bit sheepishly.
Hermione was ready to tell him yes it was too much edging and she hit her limit, but her words evaporated into brain fog as her legs were pulled up onto the couch and she was bent over the armrest. Draco finally, mercifully, thrusting in and out of her. Hermione moaned in answer as she quickly neared the peak of her orgasm again.
“Have you earned it, Granger?” Draco’s hand moved around her hip until he was rubbing those perfect circles into her clit again.
“Yes yes yes I’ve earned it please please please let me cum! Please Sir please! Oh god your cock feels so good I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum on your cock!”
Her babbled pleas were all for him. She knew he was about to make her cum. But the moans that left his lips at her begging certainly helped!
“Good girl. You’re such a good girl. Cumming on my cock for me.”
That hot delicious pressure was building and building and from Draco’s praise, and his hand on her clit, and his cock hitting her exactly how she’d been dying for all night, Hermione came gasping his name.
Draco’s thrusts were unrelenting. He held Hermione up through her aftershocks but when Hermione’s limbs felt weak and jellylike, she slumped against the armrest, feeling satiated but like dead weight.
“Don’t stop!” Hermione’s voice was muffled against the couch.
She let out a groan as she started to move her ass in time with Draco, but his hands were squeezing her roughly in an instant.
“Granger, haven’t you learned your lesson about staying still?” he chastised.
She could only whimper in response. She was sure he knew it meant “yes Sir.” Draco continued to hold her body, but it wasn’t necessary. Hermione all but melted into the couch.
“So good!” she mumbled.
Draco chuckled behind her. “That’s right, Granger. You’re my good girl.”
That’s not…nevermind. She didn’t care. “Again.”
“You’re my good girl, Granger. Mine!”
“All yours,” she slurred into the armrest.
If another orgasm was coming, it felt miles away. Hermione loved when her body melted into this limbo of pleasure with Draco. When it felt like he could pound into her forever and she’d never feel ready for him finish.
Had she ever said that to him before? About wanting his cock in her forever? She’d have to ask if her punishment was actually her idea. But her brain felt too fuzzy for that now. She didn’t want to speak.
“Hermione, will you cum on my cock again?”
She groaned something in answer.
“That’s a good girl.”
Draco knew exactly how to rub her clit to send her crashing headfirst into another orgasm. It felt so sudden and jarring it had Hermione gasping.
Warm pleasure seemed to pulsing through her entire body, but it all coiled to a peak at her pussy, which continuing to spasm around Draco.
Hermione and Draco moaned together in pure pleasure as Draco came.
He slumped onto of her, feeling as boneless and satisfied as she did.
Hermione still wasn’t ready to move, so Draco pushed her hair out of the way to kiss her neck and mumble praise into her ear.
“You’re full of my cum.”
“It feels good.” Hermione rolled herself over enough to kiss her boyfriend on the lips. “Really good.”
“We need a bath.”
“Too tired.”
“If you don’t clean up you’ll have to eat dinner with my cum dripping down your thighs.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Draco chuckled against her hair. “You’re impossible!”
“And you love me!”
She really did want to stay lying facedown on the couch. But Draco started to sit up them, so Hermione followed his lead.
“Was I too much?”
“Draco, that was the perfect torture. I’m seriously considering flirting with all your friends now just to get another punishment like that.”
“The edging wasn’t too much?” Hermione hated the look on his face. Like he was in physical pain at the thought of upsetting her, but she really did need to see how much he cared.
She climbed into Draco’s lap, just to get closer to him. She kissed him before answering.
“Yea, the edging was a lot. I still want it! But less.” Draco nodded. “How did it feel for you?”
Draco moaned aloud at the memory, making Hermione giggle. “I thought your cunt was addictive before, but that…” he trailed off, looking for an adequate way to describe the feeling. Finding no words could do Hermione’s cunt justice.
He reached for the abandoned parchment on the table in front of them and began reading aloud: This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy. This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy. This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy…
Hermione laughed and tried to snatch the page from him but Draco tsked and read again: This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy.
“Yes yes I’m all yours now please get rid of that!”
Draco looked like he wanted to protest, to keep it, but he tossed the parchment into the fire.
Hermione got up and started casting a few spells to make herself look more decent. At least to fix her hair and get the cum off her skirt.
“Are you really going to flirt with my friends again?”
Hermione flashed her boyfriend a coy smile. “Maybe I want Theo to put his hand on my ass again. Maybe I want you to punish me in front of him.”
Draco’s eyes flashed with something dark.
“Ready for dinner?”
“I’m not so sure now.” Still Draco took his girlfriend’s hand as they walked out of their dorm together.
In the hall, he took the opportunity while they were still alone to quickly flip up the back of Hermione’s skirt and give her one hard smack on her bare asscheek. “Just in case you forget you’re mine when Theo touches you.”
“All yours.” Hermione couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes at Draco’s smug expression when her ass burned with the light pink handprint he’d left.
Draco stopped her just outside the great hall. An idea taking shape somewhere between his brain and his cock.
“Unless I decide to share you?”
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
“If I decide to punish you for flirting with my mates by letting them use you?”
Hermione’s mouth dropped open.
“Then…I’m still all yours. This pussy belongs to Draco Malfoy.”
“But, that’s something you’d like?”
Hermione nodded. “With you. Your mates, with you?”
Hermione squeezed her thighs together, feeling wet, momentarily forgetting the cum still inside her. She was definitely excited by this idea.
“You’d like that punishment?”
Hermione smiled wickedly. “Yes! Now get ready to punish me!”
Draco could barely contain his laugh as Hermione marched ahead of him into the great hall and right up to the Slytherin table. She took a seat between Theo and Blaise and when Draco took a seat across from them only a few moments later he could see from their hands on his girlfriend’s back, from the way her skirt was riding up dangerously high for someone who wasn’t wearing knickers, from the way she giggled and batted her lashes, he was definitely going to have to punish her.
Hermione flashed him a smirk before Blaise wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin while Theo brushed a curl behind her ear. Both of them. Two of his mates. At the same time. Merlin help him. She needed to be punished.