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273 pages, ebook
Published January 26, 2019
”Well, regardless” – he waved his hand like he was resetting the air – “I have a few new techniques to try.”nah thats cute ngl
Granger swallowed, and tried to concentrate on her notes. “I never said you could have a trial and error period.” She looked up at him and brushed her hair behind her ear. “In fact, I remember you saying you’d ‘get it right the first time.’”
He blinked at her. “You’re joking.”
She raised a brow at him. “You don’t remember saying that?”
He narrowed his eyes. “I’m offering you statistical research, data analysis, trial and error, and – most importantly – a willing partner! It should be your wet dream! How are you not creaming your knickers right now, Granger!”
Draco watched the anger leave her, and missed it dearly.
“Would you go back to him. Once you’ve ‘figured it out?’” Draco spit the last part. He would put in all the hard work so that Weasley could reap the rewards?
“No,” Granger said. She looked at him with a calm in her eyes. It calmed him.
“It’s alright, Granger. It’s a maragon, not a sprint, remember?”
She grinned, and pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. “A marathon, Malfoy.” Draco smiled.
“Well, sweetheart?” he asked.
“I’m going to tie you up, blindfold and gag you one day,” he hissed. Not seductive at all. Just factual.
“Funny,” she said, slipping one finger inside of herself. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
“Granger, if you keep talking, I’m going to come, and if I come, we won’t get to try any of your positions from the list –“
“I don’t care, Malfoy, I just want you to go faster.” Her voice was low and breathy.
Draco rubbed his free hand down his face, resisting the urge to snap his hips forward. He heard her shifting on the couch again, and he started counting the number of books he had to purchase for this school year.
Something touched his knees and he snapped his eyes open to find Hermione Granger kneeling in front of him, naked and licking her lips.
“What are you doing?! GO BACK TO YOUR COUCH!” He sat forward, pushing her hands off his knees and ignoring his cock bouncing at the sight.
“It surprises me when you’re… assertive. That’s all.”
“Did you expect me to lie still on my back while you ravished me?” she quipped, raising a brow at him.
“No, no. Of course not,” he said. “I just…” He had to look away from her. “It excites me. When you’re assertive.” He could feel the heat creeping up his cheeks. “And then I can’t concentrate on you. And that’s what frustrates me.”
“You know I don’t offer extra credit, Mr. Malfoy.” She looked at him with mock-pity, and stood from the desk, moving around it, and pretending to tidy it.
“There must be something I can do,” he said.
She did smile then, before quickly shaking her head. “You’re dismissed, Mr. Malfoy.” She looked up at him. “You had so much potential.”
He grinned at the desk when she looked away, tutting to herself. She was going to make him work for it, wasn’t she?
He stood from the desk in front, and came around to the side of the professor’s desk. “Please let me turn in the essay, Professor. Please give me a chance.” He licked his lips, as she stared up him. “You’re the best teacher Hogwarts has to offer. You’re brilliant. And beautiful –”
“That’s highly inappropriate, Mr. Malfoy.” She returned to cleaning up paperwork.
Merlin’s Balls, Granger! He rolled his eyes, trying to look for a way in.
“But it’s the truth,” he whined. “Half the reason I can’t concentrate in class is because of you.” He heard himself edging closer to the truth than he’d like. “I can’t sleep. I lay awake at night thinking of your tits, thinking of your legs.” He stepped closer to the desk and let his fingers trail across her hand. “Thinking of tasting you. Thinking of fucking you on this desk.”
She pulled her hand from his, blush high on her cheeks. “Mr. Malfoy. While I appreciate your… appreciation,” she said, blinking. “It’s highly inappropriate—“
Fuck, it was like she had no idea how these fantasies work. Next time, he’d be the Professor. Let her be the eager student. Punish her for getting a question wrong.
He watched her berate him, talking about school ethics and student behavior. When she was done, he said, “So there’s nothing I can do to improve my grade?”
“No, Mr. Malfoy, I’m sorry.” She shook her head at him.
“Damnit, Granger! The fuck is wrong with you!?”
She gasped. “That’s Professor Granger, to you!”
He rolled his eyes and grabbed the back of her head, dragging her lips to his. He sucked on her bottom lip, and she pushed at his chest.
“Mr. Malfoy! What are you doing!?”
“My extra credit assignment.” He smirked at her.
She had a look of fake outrage on her face. “I don’t offer extra credit!”
“Yeah, yeah, I heard.”
He leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Strip. And get on the bed."
His first command over her. He felt it go straight to his cock. He walked away from her, trying to decide if he wanted to use the vibrator before or after the handcuffs—
“Uh..." she said. "Why don't you strip and get on the bed."
Draco paused. He turned from where he stood near the table. He blinked at her. "What?"
She narrowed her eyes. "You do know that I am the Dom, right?"
He waited for her to laugh, and tell him she was joking, and begin to take her clothes off.
It didn't happen.
“No... I'm the Dom," he tried.
Now she laughed. "What makes you think you're the Dom?" Gleeful eyes ran over his body. "You're a Switch, at best.”
[…]
“Always planning. So controlled, Draco."
His back hit the bedpost. "Yes, which is why I had thought that I would do best in the Dominant role." Her hands drifted up to his chest and ran a pattern down his stomach.
“Actually, it's why you might need the submission." Her fingers found his belt buckle, and started tugging. "I can give you what you need, Draco." Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips.
He knew his jaw was open but he couldn't find the brain function to close it. Her hand brushed against his cock through his trousers, and he jumped.
“But— but," he pleaded. "I'm supposed to be giving you what you need!”
“Maybe this is what I need," she whispered into his neck. She licked a path from his ear to his collarbone as her fingers finished with the last of his buttons.
“That doesn't... This - this," he stammered. She dipped into his trousers and pulled him out, running her thumb across his head. "Hey!" He pushed her off of him, stepping to the side and out of her reach. "Where's our healthy conversation!?" he shrieked her words back at her.
She covered her smile with her hand. "Alright," she said. "What do you want to talk about?"He tucked himself back in his trunks, and ran a hand through his hair. He turned around and caught his breath, then spun to her. He pointed a finger at her.
“You need to orgasm. Not me!"
“I don't see how those two things are mutually exclusive," she shrugged, and he could feel the superiority rolling off of her. Just because she'd successfully tied someone up before. Well, la-dee-fucking-dah.
“We need to get you out of your head, Granger." He cracked his neck. "I thought that submission, and letting you have a chance to lose control for bit might be “a good tactic."
“Yes," she said. "I'd agree with that."
“You would?" He narrowed his eyes at her. She was spinning his head around today.
“But that doesn't mean you'd make a good Dom, Draco." She said it gently. Like it may hurt him. Well, fuck that.
“What makes you think I'd be a good Submissive?!" He threw his hands out wide.
“You already do everything I say in bed," she replied simply. She stepped toward him and lowered her voice into a familiar breathy place. "'Draco, please. More. Faster, Draco.'
He scowled at her. "Well... that's just polite."
She came to stand in front of him again, and he was aware that his trousers still hung open. "The basics of Dominance and Submission aren't about control. They're about pleasure." She pressed her body against his, her breasts pushing into his chest and her hands resting on his hipbones. "It would please me to dominate you, Draco."
He shivered.Her eyes were dark as she stepped away and said, "But if you're uncomfortable with it, we can try something else."
He bit his lip and looked over at his small assortment of toys for the night. "Will you let me be the Dom one day?" he pouted.
“Yes," she said. "But only if you're very good.”
