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Pleasure for Your Pain

Summary:

Hermione never would have thought Draco's meddling at a Samhain ball would lead to relief on so many levels by Christmas, but miracles do happen...

Notes:

TW: description of slight panic attack after an introduction is made.

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October 26, 2002 

 

She hated coming to these things. If it wasn't one charity gala or memorial celebration, it was a business opening that she was being asked to endorse. Her closet was jam packed full of formal gowns, dresses and the finest wizarding society robes at this point. At least Draco had the good sense to have his Redemption Ball around Samhain and enthusiastically claim the masquerade license for the year. 

 

The host himself had greeted her at the floo knowing she would show up early to avoid the press line, he'd granted her access during 8th year when they had connected and become great friends. 

 

"Granger," Draco greeted, then gave her a once over as he kissed her hand, taking in her gauzy barely there dress of purples draped expertly and accented with gold chains and coins, a sheer piece of silk covering the bottom half of her face, a lacy purple mask flowing down from a crown of intricate wires and tiny bundles of grapes. He hummed in appreciation as he stepped back. "Beautiful as ever. Gestin?"

 

"Of course you'd get it!" She laughed as she squeezed his hand with affection.

 

"I am a connoisseur. It would be remiss of me not to employ regular rituals and offerings to the goddesses of wine…" he said as he folded her hand into the crook of his arm, "your table, in the darkest corner I could conjure, awaits, M' lady."

 

"Oh, you're so good to me." Hermione sighed as she leaned into him and allowed him to lead the way to her perch for the night.

 

People started arriving through the main entrance as soon as she was settled. She had the perfect vantage point to people watch, and watch she did. 

 

Draco was resplendent in his hosting duties. The manor had been completely and painstakingly wiped free of any prior dark influence. He had truly outdone himself. She was happy to be his friend. It was easy. He had assured her Harry and Ron were not on the guest list and with the many people she was able to pick out despite their costuming and masks, he had been true to his word. Blaise, Theo, Pansy, Luna and a few other 8th year friends had made their way over to her discreetly… and then her eyes landed on him. 

 

She wasn't sure who he was but she was automatically intrigued. He wore a burgundy suit, she would call it garish on anyone else, but it was so expertly tailored to his form that she felt her mouth watering as she took him in. She slowly slipped her wine from her golden goblet as she drank him in with her eyes. Suddenly, he turned and lifted his own goblet slightly as he winked at her. The intensity of the strikingly light hazel eyes made her gasp. A deep husky laugh coming from her left made her jump and palm the wand at her thigh.

 

"I see you've spied my special guest." Draco said evenly, rolling his glass of fire whiskey between his palms. "Remember how we vowed to let all past prejudices stay in the past and allow re-introductions to be the new first impressions?"

 

"I do." Hermione nodded, "I also remember how you did actually give Ron and Harry a chance and really tried to be friends with them. It isn't your fault, or mine, they haven't been able to handle the evolution of relationships." Hermione hummed.

 

"Okay, I want you to remember that with my special guest. He's done a lot of work to prove himself to me, not that I am the deciding factor when it comes to redemption."

 

Hermione scoffed, lifting a hand and swishing it around at their surroundings, "Says the man who throws the annual Redemption Ball…"

 

Draco rolled his eyes, "Anyway, I hope you know and truly believe I would never make an introduction, initial or post war especially not knowing the history unless I really believed in the person's reform. Okay?"

 

"Draco, you're more protective over me than Crooks is, and that's saying a lot. I trust you…" she took a long drink from her goblet and smirked, "Now, please, bring Hazel eyes over, while his suit is still doing him plenty of favors."

 

Draco flowed back into the party with a skill that had to have been bred in and handed down through the Sacred 28, because she did not possess that particular skill. Just as suddenly as he had disappeared, she was looking into those light hazel eyes that reminded her of late summer bonfires at sunset.

 

Their eyes were locked and she felt a stirring low in her gut, Draco cleared his throat as she clenched her thighs. They both jumped, knocked out of their trance. 

 

"This is the man I was telling you about, M'lady. Toni, meet the one, the only, the golden, Hermione Granger. Mi, meet someone I'm actually glad to call friend, Antonin Dolohov."

 

Hermione’s hand jerked involuntarily and the goblet of wine fell from her grasp, bounced on the table and rolled before crashing to the floor, absentmindedly she raised it to her sternum and gently touched the place where the puckered purple scar bisected her. A constant reminder of the horrible night she almost lost her life, Sirius had lost his, and the ministry finally had to acknowledge the return of Voldemort. 

 

She could feel the color drain from her face. Antonin stepped up and physically turned her chair from the table so she was facing the wall, he squatted down and lifted her heels to rest on the rung of the bar height chair and then stood and gently grabbed her shoulders and pulled them down until her head was resting between her knees. Leaning down so he was at her ear while rubbing her back he spoke in a deep and level methodical voice, "I need you to breathe for me Hermione, come on, I know you can do it. Breathe in. That's good. One, two, three. Out. One, two, three. Again. In. One, two, three. Out. One, two, three. Good girl. That's it. Take it slowly." He helped her to sit up. "I'm so sorry my introduction and presence caused that response. It was not my intention." 

 

Draco had slipped away and redirected the minor bit of attention that had turned their way with the crashing of the goblet and returned with her favorite drink, placing it in her hands and nodding for her to take a drink. She almost drained the whole glass before turning and clumsily setting it on the table.

 

Hermione stood pulling her composure together and cleared her throat, "So sorry about that. I know it's been well over six years since the department of mysteries, and easily four since…"

 

"The obliviation?" Dolohov's silky laughter wrapped around her middle. "That's all well behind us now. I have no blame toward you for doing what you had to do. I would like to make amends and possibly fix whatever I can of the curse from the D.O.M mess, if you'll allow me."

 

"Mr. Dolohov, I-" Hermione started.

 

"Toni, please, Miss Granger." 

 

"Well, Toni, you must call me Hermione, then, for property's sake. Isn't that right, Draco?" Hermione hummed and extended her hand, "I've already come to terms with my lot since the D.O.M, but I'm all about fresh starts these days."

 

He took her hand gingerly and then turned her chair to rights taking the one now opposite her.

 

Draco disappeared back into the crowd and left Toni and Hermione to their own devices. They talked until well after four a.m. when a very droopy house elf shooed them to the floo. Promises to meet up again soon were exchanged before they left. 

 

 

November 16, 2002

7 pm

 

"Merlin, Draco, you'd think you would space these events out further. Two in less than thirty days? I'd say you're trying to outdo your mother if it wasn't for the invites I've been dodging from her over the last two weeks." Hermione playfully teased Draco as he took her on a tour of his newly redone members only club in Knockturn Alley, which was set to have its grand opening in less than 2 hours. It was a truly beautiful space; semi private rooms, private and guarded rooms, silent spaces, dance floors, any food you could imagine available on request.

 

"Oh, dearest Hermione, you know I always provide recompense for your efforts. Sit tight and I promise your attendance will be rewarded." Draco assured her.

 

10:45pm

 

The music was thumping and Hermione could feel it in her bones. She sat in a recess in the wall and people watched as was her wont when a glass appeared on her table and then those hazel eyes appeared again. 

 

"Cherry whiskey sour, right?" Antonin asked he took a seat and Hermione smiled at him, picking up the glass, sniffing it and then taking a healthy drink. She closed her eyes and relished the taste.

 

"Yes, it's perfection… although, with what you're no doubt rocking under that impeccably fitted day suit, body shots would be better!" Hermione slapped a hand over her mouth and stared accusingly at the drink in her other hand.

 

Antonin barked out a laugh, "Body shots? I'm not sure what that is, but I appreciate the compliment on my suit... and it looks like he used truth-cherry juice in your drink."

 

"Of course! Draco bloody Malfoy would use his knowledge of my penchant for cherries to serve me a tainted drink!" She huffed as she took another large drink, while tossing a murderous glare at Draco behind the bar. "Body shots are where you, quite literally, lick and suck shots off someone's bare skin." Her eyes bulged realizing what she'd done as she watched Antonin's grin grow. "At least it tastes good?" She shrugged.

 

"I'm intrigued about these body shots. Please tell me more." Antonin encouraged.

 

"Oh, I'll do better than tell, I'm going to show you. But first." Hermione downed the rest of her drink and waved over a bottle girl. "He will have a giggle water, it's only fair after my truth-cherry drink, Toni! I will have another cherry whiskey sour, and tell Draco he is not cheeky and to use regular cherry juice this time or so help me, it's bat bogeys for him… and on his opening night, he does not want to test me!"

 

The waitress giggled and skipped to the bar. They watched as Draco slowly looked up at their table and Hermione made the 'I'm watching you' hand motion. He saluted her and crossed his heart. Antonin laughed, "You are a formidable witch!"

 

"You have no idea." Hermione deadpanned as the waitress came back with their drinks. Eying the drink warily she flicked her wand over it a few times to be sure Draco had behaved before she took a drink. It was untainted. Hermione pushed the small glass of giggle water to Antonin and said, "Drink up!"

 

He let out the most hilarious laugh that had Hermione doubling over and clutching her sides, as she sat up and wiped tears from her eyes, Antonin was at her ear, "Do I amused you, golden girl?" He almost purred. She clenched her thighs involuntarily as she looked up into his eyes and blinked, they were nose to nose, the heat between them a heavy thing. 

 

She leaned forward like a moth gliding toward a flame and nodded. He captured her lips in a soft featherlight brush of his own, she leaned in and nipped at his lip and he surged into her grabbing the back of her head with his hand and pulling her into him as he deepened the kiss. She opened to him without hesitation. When she moaned he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers.

 

"Body shots?" She asked. He nodded. She scrambled out of her chair and grabbed him by the hand dragging him behind her to the closest semi private room she found open. 

 

As soon as they crossed the threshold he kicked the door shut and pulled on her hand making her stumble into him. He picked her up and bent his head kissing up her neck, across her jaw to her mouth. She was so responsive, opening to him immediately and moaning into his mouth. 

 

She squirmed a bit and he lowered her to the ground. She broke the kiss this time. "Body shots! Go lay on the couch." She directed, "um… top off…" she almost asked as she rummaged around in a small cooling box, popping back up with a squat square-ish bottle, a round green fruit, and a small shaker bottle of salt. 

 

He watched her curiously as he unbuttoned his vest, shrugged out of it and placed it on the chair, then started working on the buttons of his shirt while Hermione stood back watching the show. As he removed the shirt he heard her breath catch. He had tattoos etched across his skin, but none were so prominent as the Hermione roses throughout the design over his heart. 

 

He smiled a bit and then laid on the couch as she had instructed. She ducked her head as she walked over to him and placed the fruit and salt on the couch next to his leg and the bottle on the floor. It was his turn for his breath to hitch as she traced the roses with her fingers delicately.  

 

She smiled down at him and pulled her hair up into a bun and stabbed her wand through it. She licked down the center of his pecs and abs making him groan lightly. She sprinkled some salt across the wetness she had created then grabbed the lime and said an incantation, splitting it into 6 sections which she lined up beside the line of salt. Finally she got on her knees beside him and grabbed the bottle from the floor, "Now… I'm going to pour this into the dip of your belly button. Don't move or it will go everywhere." He watched her with wide eyes.

 

She poured the shot into the divot made by his abs and belly button. She licked a bit of the salt off then affixed her mouth to his skin and sucked the shot before leaning up and bitting a lime wedge after she swallowed. Then she giggled, "that's shot one."

 

"There's more?" He asked hoarsely.

 

"Of course!" She said, "Sit up." She commanded, so he did. She kissed across his chest and then poured a shot into the divot between his neck and shoulder created by muscle and collar bone, then placed a lime wedge between his teeth. She dipped her head and licked more of the salt, rose up and sucked the shot out of the dip where she had poured it and then lifted more to take the lime out of his mouth with her own. 

 

His pupils were well and fully blown now and she could see the outline of his cock, hard against his trousers. 

 

"Um, that's two?" He asked, clearing his throat. 

 

"It is. I have just two more I'd like to show you." She practically purred. 

 

He swallowed hard and nodded.

 

She licked across his chest this time and sprinkled on more salt. "I'm going to use your mouth as my shot glass, don't swallow." She instructed, then poured a shot worth in his mouth. She winked at him as she balanced a lime wedge above the bulge in his trousers.

 

She licked across his chest and then rose up and pulled his head down to her tilting him forward and sucking the liquor out of his mouth, licking and laving before dropping down and nuzzling his erection through his pants before wrapping her mouth around the lime. She let her hand linger on his bulge, kneading as she made eye contact with him while sucking the lime. 

 

He groaned, maintaining eye contact as she finally spat the lime out. She conjured a glass and poured a shot into it.

 

"That was three?... now four?" He asked in a ragged whisper.

 

"You are a fast learner," she cooed at him before pushing him down on his back and telling him, "Keep your hands above your head." 

 

"Okay." He agreed as she unbuttoned his trousers and lowered the zipper laying the fabric wide open leaving only a thin layer of silk boxers between his dick and the air. He watched Hermione smile hungrily and then she licked just above the waist of his boxers and sprinkled salt there, she placed a lime wedge beside it and then licked the salt, took a shot from the conjured glass, and bit the lime wedge, teasing skin with her teeth as she did so. 

 

He gasped as she spat the lime out again and freed his hardened cock at the same time. His head shot up as she started licking the length of him. "Hands!" She reminded him and he dropped his head back. She wrapped her hand around the base of him and started bobbing on his member in earnest. Swirling her tongue and swallowing deeply as she took him back into her mouth as far as she could. She was breathing hard through her nose and was able to get him to her throat. As she worked he started moving his hips and she started pumping her hand around what she couldn't fit in her mouth. His moans were causing her to drench her own knickers. 

 

She slid a hand down into her knickers and started circling her clit in a way she had perfected to bring herself quickly. 

 

"I'm close, Hermione! Please! If you don't want me to- " he was cut off as she moaned and picked up her pace.

 

His abdomen tightened as he fought for control and she moaned even more, picking up the pace and circling her clit harder. As he let out a long grunt and spilled down her throat she pinched her clit between her fingers and rolled it slightly bringing herself as she lapped up every drop of him. With a smile on her face she pressed the fingers she'd used to pleasure herself into his lips letting the bit of slick that she'd gathered slide against them. 

 

She got up and watched him lick his lips. "You're a quick study." She said as she turned to leave, "until next time, Toni!" and left him completely boneless on the couch as she closed the door. 

 

December 24, 2002

 

An owl was pecking at her loft window in earnest as she made her way out of her reading nook, ready to shoo the beast away. She was sure it was one of the Weasley owls, possibly Pig, or Harry's newest owl that she would once again shoo away without accepting the letter they were trying to deliver. They had been begging her to come to the burrow since early December but she was so over the judgment and manipulation that occurred within those walls, she was opting out, and she didn't feel bad about it. 

 

It was quite a surprise to see an owl she didn't recognize. She opened her window to admit it as she inspected the note attached to its leg without removing it. She didn't recognize the writing, so she gave the bird a treat and untied the missive. 

 

Hermione,

 

I know this is unconventional, but I wasn't sure how else to get into contact with you. I hope you'll forgive my forwardness, but I would like to see you. I've discovered something that might intrigue you if you'd permit me an hour of your time. I'm available at your leisure. 

 

Happy Christmas,

Toni

 

P.S. Feel free to use my owl. Her name is Doris.

 

It didn't take her long to think of a reply back.

 

Toni,

 

I'm currently without plans. My schedule is wide open. I can open my floo to you. My address is 713 Rosewind Lane. I'll see you 10 minutes after your owl arrives back to you? Happy Christmas.

 

Talk soon,

Hermione

 

P.S. Doris is a lovely owl. 

 

 

Hermione sent Doris off and then waved her wand to tidy her books and light some fragrant candles while turning on some low music. 

 

She rushed to her room to make sure it was tidy and fresh and then threw on a slip dress and tamed her hair a bit before putting on her favorite perfume oil, then opened her floo to Antonin Dolohov as she made her way to the kitchen to busy herself with making tea. 

 

It wasn't quite fifteen minutes later that the floo flared to life. 

 

"Hermione?" His familiar deep tenor called.

 

"In the kitchen" she called. Remembering that he had never been there before she padded over to the door and opened it to pop her head into the living room, "Just here." She said. 

 

His smile was dazzling and her breath caught. 

 

She backed into the kitchen as he came through the door and she went back to making the tea as he took a seat at her bistro style table.

 

"So, you said you had discovered something?" Hermione asked as she sat at the table waiting for the kettle to whistle.

 

"Not one to mince words, are you, Sweet?"

 

"I'm not." Hermione hummed.

 

"Well, I'll just get to it, if you want to kick me out after, I'll understand. I hate to bring up the past, but… the curse I hit you with six almost seven years ago? Well, I have the counter curse. I've tried to offer before but I wasn't sure how to bring it up- I would really like to remove the residuals if you'll allow me. I'm so sorry I cast it to begin with, but the effects even now have to be painful and I can fix it... If you will permit."

 

Hermione just stared at him, not knowing what to say. His hazel eyes were so earnest. The teapot whistling made her jump and she got up to remove it from the heat and bring the tea tray to the table. 

 

They were both quiet as they fixed their tea. Hermione broke the silence, "The curse almost killed me. Professor Snape and Madame Pomfrey did everything they could to siphon the darkness out of it and close the wound each time it split open. No one was sure what it was supposed to do, but whatever it was, it hasn't been easy to live with, you're right. I would like it gone. The scar doesn't bother me, it's the pain and the internal issues it causes that give me grief. What does the counter curse entail?"

 

"Hermione…" Antonin spoke quietly as she looked up at him, "I'm so sorry. Really. The curse has no purpose but to hurt. I wasn't in a good place when I created it. But I was thorough and made sure there was a counter. I'm just sorry I didn't get it to you before now. It will be painful, but if you'll trust me, I'll take care of you. I'll make sure the pain is as minimal as possible, and perhaps return more than one favor." 

 

Hermione nodded and as they finished their tea, they walked through the curse and the counter curse. Satisfied, Hermione stood and beckoned Antonin to come with her. 

 

Following her to her room Antonin stopped at the threshold. Hermione turned to him in question and he reached for her. 

 

"Thank you for trusting me." He said and dropped his eyes to her lips. She stood on tip toes and brushed her lips against his. 

 

"Well, rid me of this pain and make my trust worthwhile." She purred.

 

He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist and brought her arms around his neck as he kissed her. He walked his hands under her dress and found her without knickers and moaned into her mouth. He kneaded her arse and she threw her head back granting him access to lick, kiss and suck at her causing her to grind against his quickly hardening cock. 

 

He walked them to the bed and laid her out before him. He took his wand out and vanished her dress to the floor. 

 

"If this gets to be too much I want you to tell me, okay? We don't have to do it all in one go."

 

"Take my pain away, Toni."

 

"As you wish." He said as he rolled up his sleeves and then lowered himself over her and kissed her hard. He slowly started making his way down her body.

 

He nipped and sucked at her neck and ears. Setting his wand by her side within reach as he started worshiping her body with hands and mouth alike, stroking her skin and making his way lower, he kneaded her breast as he licked and sucked at one nipple and then the other until the dusky buds stiffened and Hermione moaned. He was sure he could bring her like this, but he made his way down her stomach nipping and laving at the skin as he rolled her pebbled nipples between his fingers.

 

As he worked his way to the apex of her thighs he could hear the pants and pleas falling from Hermione's lips, "Yes, oh yes, please. More, ohhh, again. There. Oh that's good. Yes." Encouraging him on. 

 

He nibbled on her hip bones and watched her writhe under his ministrations. He could see her frustration growing as he kissed, licked and bit everywhere but where she wanted him. She let out a low keen in frustration right before he took the flat of his tongue and swiped it through her folds and then took her clit and sucked it into his mouth. 

 

Her breath caught and her eyes rolled back into her head. He took his mouth off her with a soft pop and told her, "I'm going to start with the counter curse soon. If it gets to be too much. Tell me to stop. I will stop."

 

She nodded and lifted her hips at him as he took his wand in hand and started devouring her in earnest, the moans and little noises coming from her spurring him on. He licked and lightly nipped at her, bringing his free hand down and sliding in one finger while licking and circling her clit with his tongue, he twisted his hand and added a second finger and then curled those fingers and started applying pressure to that spot inside of her that she never could hit just right. Her eyes flew open and her head came up. He looked up at her, pupils blown wide, "Come for me, Hermione, let me see you come apart on my fingers." He growled as he started casting the counter curse while he flicked his tongue on her clit a few more times before he felt the initial jolt from her as he started the spell just before he felt her cunt clench down on his fingers and a low guttural moan escape her lips. 

 

"Good girl," he breathed as he continued to coax her through her orgasm.

 

He removed his fingers and started lapping at her again. He could still feel the little quivers from her as he slid his tongue into her hole thumbing her clit in earnest. He rolled his tongue into her and then lapped through her folds before continuing to fuck her with his tongue as he lightly pinched and rolled her clit through his thumb and finger. It was a delicious pressure that had her falling apart again quickly.

 

She rode his face through her second orgasm chanting his name.

 

Suddenly she grabbed his hair and pulled him up to meet her face kissing him deeply and then demanding, "More. I need you inside me."

 

He tried to say it wasn't necessary as he concentrated on the spell. She winced as she tried to remove his pants, he pushed her back down and grabbed a pillow and placed it under her hips, "Let me take care of you." He said as he vanished his own clothes and continued with the spell, she started to fidget as he lined himself up at her entrance. "Look at me, Hermione!" He urged. They locked eyes and he slammed into her in one motion. A scream tore out of her throat and a moan left his lips.

 

"Oh gods, Toni! Yes, more! Move!" Hermione cried. 

 

Antonin moved. He didn't waste time, he gave her all he had to give. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room. Cries of ecstasy fell from Hermione as the spell healed the deepest parts of the cursed scar. 

 

She could feel herself getting lighter and she was sure it was not just the sex and orgasms he was giving her but the magic he was pouring into her as he healed her. 

 

He pressed his thumb into her clit and she toppled over the edge again with a scream.

 

She was outside of her body, she was sure of it. He gently rode her through the high, and as her body came back down he lazily pumped in and out of her keeping steady pressure on her clit making deep pressured circles on the bundle of nerves. 

 

"You're doing so well, love. Not too much longer, can you give me one more?" He asked softly.

 

She was so spent she wasn't sure, "I don't… I don't know." She breathed.

 

"I think you can, Hermione. Come on." He said as he picked up his pace, he took his hand from her clit and she almost cried at the lost contact. He shifted her a bit and then put one of her legs over his shoulder and leaned into her seating himself deeper within her. She moaned as he hit that sweet spot deep inside her and he smiled. "Good girl. Give me one more." He encouraged as he brought his thumb back to her clit and started applying that steady pressure again as he rolled his hips and thrust deep and hard. He felt his abdomen tightening and knew he wasn't far off from his own release. "That's my girl. Choke my cock, Hermione. Let me feel you cum." He growled out as he felt her start to flutter around him. 

 

Suddenly her orgasm slammed into both of them. She cried out his name and had him spilling deep inside her as she clenched around him. "Oh gods, Hermione. Oh gods."

 

He had enough brain power left to help her ride out the orgasm as he finished off the counter curse. As he pulled his wand away from her scar and cast a contraception charm, she finally looked at peace. She was boneless and breathing deeply. Completely spent and no sign of strain. 

 

The witch could smile megawatt in any picture she was captured in, but he always saw what was lying beneath the surface… pain no one could help- no one but him. He was glad to have finally been able to be worthy enough to remove the taint he had caused so long ago. He scorgified them both, then laid down and pulled her to his chest. He didn't know how long the bliss he had found would last, but he would treasure it until his last breath. 

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