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A Very Private Auror Inspection
Sleeves rolled up past his elbows, Draco Malfoy was washing dishes the muggle way in his small flat in Kensington. He tried to avoid using his wand for things he didn't need to these days. After a year in Azkaban and another six months on house arrest in the Manor of all places, having a wand again made him nervous more than anything. The terms of his probation were strict and the last thing that Draco wanted to do was cross the line and end up back in that cold dark prison. His Probation Auror was frightening and Draco didn’t want to give them anymore ammunition. He was well aware what the Wizarding community at large thought about him being free. He shuddered. One trip to Diagon Alley when he’d been first released had been more than enough to teach him that he was much better off spending his time in Muggle spaces if he didn’t want to be accosted or hexed.
The door in the front room let out a tell tale squeak as someone opened it and then attempted to quietly close it again. Draco looked up at the clock. He wasn’t expecting anyone for hours. He carefully sat the tea cup that he’d been washing on his cup towel and dried his hands with another, not bothering to try to summon his wand. It was in the bedroom after all and his wandless magic wasn’t anywhere close to that strong.
“Hello?” Draco called out, goosebumps on his flesh when no one spoke and the silence dragged on. He hadn’t imagined the door opening and closing. Someone was inside the flat with him and the longer they didn’t make a sound, the more concerned Draco became. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Draco stepped away from the sink and towards the open door into the front room. He felt a sinking feeling in his gut and wished he’d grabbed a knife from the counter, but he didn’t stop. He walked into the next room, and barely exhaled before a wand tip was pressed into his neck of all places. He would have gasped, but he didn’t want to startle whoever it was.
“Hello Malfoy,” a voice he knew well said from behind him. She was a head shorter than he was, but that didn’t stop Hermione Granger from pressing her wand into his throat. “We need to have a little chat.”
“Auror Granger,” Draco managed to gasp out. “What are you…?”
“Why Malfoy, did you miss me?” When he didn’t answer her maliciously voiced question, she continued. “Someone reported that you had dark artefacts hidden in your bedchamber. I’m here to investigate.”
“I swear I don’t have…” Draco’s words were cut off by Hermione Granger's wand pressing into his neck even harder. He was sure to have a bruise later. He hoped he had some dittany in the cabinet still. He didn't dare ask her to lighten up on his neck.
“As though I would believe anything a filthy Death Eater like you has to say," she huffed disdainfully. "Now move Malfoy!"
Draco reluctantly moved towards the bedroom, swallowing back all his protestations of innocence. She wasn't going to believe him regardless of what he said. He carefully opened the door to his room and hoped he hadn't left any of his more personal effects out in plain sight.
Granger stepped ahead of him and ran a series of diagnostic spells that he was familiar with as she searched his most private space for the Dark artefacts that Draco knew did not exist. When Granger came to the same conclusion, she made a low grunt of annoyance in her throat that for some reason caused his cock to twitch. He wondered if she made similar noises when she was being pleasured.
She turned to look at him and he could see a speculative gleam in her eyes as though she was aware of the effect that she was having on him. Her wand pointed at him, Granger shocked him by commanding, “Strip!”
Draco couldn't possibly have heard her correctly. “What? Why?”
Granger’s eyebrow raised at him in surprise that he dared to question her. “To know that you don’t have any weapons on you, of course.” Her smirk had the heat at the base of his spine rising.
Fuck it, he thought and stripped his clothes off. Normally he neatly folded his clothes and sat them in the hamper, but he just tossed them to the floor in his rush to get naked for the bossy swot that was still pointing a wand at him. He didn’t think that he had ever been so aroused.
“Get on the fucking bed Malfoy.” Draco got onto the fucking bed. He was a little bit afraid, but that wasn’t doing anything to dull his arousal.
“I’m going to tie you up now, make sure you don’t go anywhere while I search your room.” Granger watched him carefully as though he was going to ask her not to tie him up. He couldn’t imagine doing such a thing, so he simply nodded ready for whatever she was going to do to him. He refrained from mentioning that she’d already searched his room for dark artefacts once. She was clearly interested in his more personal effects.
“Incarcerous,” Granger intoned, the magical bindings tying Draco to the post of his bed by his wrists and ankles. His cock was at attention now, hard against his belly as Granger searched through his things. She bent over and he had a view of her perfect arse and he wished desperately that he could touch her or at least himself.
Granger took her time looking through his things, not bothering to give him so much as a glance as she perused and fondled nearly everything that he owned. Coming to sit next to him, she opened his nightstand drawer and discovered his stash of personal toys.
“Well well, not the artefacts I was looking for but intriguing just the same.”
Draco felt his face heating into a blush that probably matched the Weasel’s hair.
Granger made soft noises as she looked through all of his things. His cock twitched at every sound wondering which of the toys were drawing her particular attention. He wanted her to use them on him so desperately. He was needy and ready and just wanted her to use him, fuck him, ruin him.
She pulled out the big bottle of muggle lubricant and he prayed that she was going to use the strap-on and peg him until he came, but then she pulled out the vibrating magical cockring that looked like a ouroboros, the snake swallowing its tail ready to slide down his shaft so that his cock would grow larger and larger, but he couldn’t climax until she thoroughly used him for her own pleasure. It seemed clear now that this was her plan. She pulled another toy out of the drawer, a squat little butt plug that looked like an octopus. She coated it with the Muggle lubricant, and Draco let out a desperate little moan.
“I think you’ve passed inspection Malfoy, though I see another problem as risen,” Granger bit her lip as she finally admired his super erect and weeping cock. Draco could feel the wetness of his body on his abs and desperately needed her to fill him.
“Good thing I’m here to help, and have what you need,” She vanished everything except Auror robe and bra, thus revealing the dripping pussy between her legs. Draco was unable to contain the moan that escaped his lips as she lubricated his arsehole and filled him with the little octopus that made him ache for more stimulus. She slid the snake down over his swollen and angry tip and as it reached his base it tightened, just enough that the blood couldn’t leave his cock. Oh how the sensation of it made him throb with need. She couldn’t be planning just to torture him could she?
“So what do you say Malfoy? Do you want me to help you with your little problem?” Granger laughed, as her fingers stayed just a breath above his cock. He rolled his hips trying to get closer to her hand, but she remained maddingly just out of reach. “Are you aching for me? Do you want me to put my filthy cunt all over your pure cock?”
“Yes, please,” Draco pleaded, desperate for her to touch him. “Please-please, I need it.”
“Oh can the filthy little Mudblood ruin you with my Golden cunt?” Hermione ran her fingers over his shaft and he was so sensitive that he nearly came then. She laughed and then threw a leg over his waist, rubbing her wet cunt up and down his length. Draco was almost crying with need now, he needed her to take him inside of her. He was going to die if she didn’t. He didn’t dare ask because he was completely at her mercy. He was so afraid that she would change her mind.
Granger threw her head back as she finally sank down on his cock, the shield of the DMLE still visible on her mostly naked form. It made him more aroused than it ought to have done. Granger’s fingernails bit into the flesh of his chest as she rode him hard. He thrust upward as much as he could with his bound wrists and ankles, but it was the witch who used him like a toy, fucking herself on him as though his own will was meaningless. He wasn’t going to last long; he was so turned on.
Granger gripped his blond hair and stared into his eyes as she rolled her hips, and Draco lacked even the words to tell her that he was coming. On a soundless scream, Draco came, cockring be damned it didn't stop the flow up his Pureblood cum shooting up into the witch above him. He imagined it taking root there and filling her womb. How would she explain that to her coworkers and Potter and the Weasel. The fantasy nearly made him cum again and he moaned when Granger’s body fluttered around his with her own orgasm as she ran a manicured finger over her own clit. After they both got their breath back, Draco still couldn’t manage to push a single word past his lips.
“I think my work here is done.” Hermione undid Draco’s binds.
Draco, blissed out of his mind, gasped out, “I love you, Granger.”
“I love you too Draco.” Hermione smiled at him as she rubbed his wrists. “Was that everything that you were hoping for? I almost started giggling a couple of times.”
Draco was so tired from the intensity of his climax that he let his cheek fall against her sweaty chest and he inhaled the scent of her, his beloved, his treasured wife to be. “It was perfect. Who did you manage to borrow the Auror uniform from, anyway?”
“Pansy actually, but I have to have it laundered before I return it and she absolutely does not want to know what I used it for.”
“Still can’t believe she became an Auror,” Draco murmured, his teeth lightly grazing Hermione’s nipple.
“The things we do for love,” his witch whispered as she kissed him lightly on the temple as he drifted off to sleep.