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“I’ve wanted this for so long.” A whisper came from the dark.
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Hermione had been out on a date that went South. When she left she saw Draco Malfoy sitting on his motorcycle outside the restaurant. A lit cigarette between his fingers. His platinum blonde hair was messy, his leather jacket zipped up part way over his white tank top, and his tattered blue jeans. He had really delved into the muggle fashion of the late 90s. “Where’s the fire, Granger.” He smirked. “Another failed date?” He turned his head to the left revealing a black and white dragon tattoo coming up his neck from his shoulder.
“Like you care.” She snapped out, her arms folded over her chest. Her dark auburn curls were done up in a bun, her yellow sundress had a few splatters of red wine on the front.
Cormac stepped outside with the front of his buttoned-up shirt drenched in red wine. “Hermione, wait, come on I didn’t mean to make you wait on drinks when I talked to the waitress.”
She turned glaring at Cormac and heard a chuckling Draco. “Really, him of all people? What was this to get a free me or take a swing at me?”
“Don’t start with me,” Hermione snapped at Draco again.
“What the hell is he talking about?” Cormac quirked a brow. “Wait, did you call him because of what happened?”
“No, I didn’t call him.”
“Okay, well you could have paid for your meal instead of walking out on me. I had to settle up the check because you took off.” Cormac huffed out in anger.
“Are you bloody serious? You asked me over and over in the office for just one date that you would make me feel special and you would pull out all the stops.” Hermione rubbed her forehead. “This is a hole-in-the-wall restaurant and you spent a good portion of the night talking to the waitress, when you didn’t come back I went looking for you and found you chatting her up with your arm above her head. When you came back to the table when I was getting my things you grabbed my arm. I will not be manhandled by a troll like you.”
“He’s more of a troll than I am, he lived in the dungeons for several years in school, but you’ll talk to him?” Cormac looked at Hermione in disgust. “An ex Death Eater who is a wanna be bad boy just because he’s got a muggle bike.”
“Motorcycle, you act like it’s a little bicycle I ring a bell with,” Draco flicked his cigarette at Cormac’s feet and watched him stumble back. “You are a jealous little man that really thinks he’s hot shit and can flirt and shag any woman he tries to woo, tell me McLaggen, how many times have you banged a girl?”
“I’ve banged plenty of girls, I can go home with literally any woman I want.”
“Not this one,” Hermione huffed, walking over and holding out her hand. “Got the spare?”
Draco shook his head, “No, but take mine.” Draco moved his leather jacket and pulled his dagger from the leather case. “Want me to cut this one a bit?”
Cormac took a step back seeing the glint of the dagger. “You're bloody crazy.”
“Maybe, but at least this bad boy has fun with being crazy.” Draco chuckled.
“He’s not worth it, I wouldn’t want to see that pretty little dagger of yours getting dirty.”
Where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere else, but here with the troll.” She took the helmet that Draco handed her and pulled it on before climbing on the back of the bike.
“See ya McLaggen, maybe you can go bang that waitress you decided to spend time with instead of this firecracker on Halloween.” Draco mocked clicking down on his bike starting it and taking off with Hermione.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco and peered out through the plastic cover of the motorcycle helmet. Lights flashed by, Draco didn’t stop at any of the lights. The motorcycle had been bewitched, much like the night bus was when it came to traffic. This wasn’t the first time on the back of his motorcycle and probably wouldn’t be her last. He was always there when things went South. Regardless if she called or not.
Draco slowed down and pulled up alongside a shop with an apartment overhead. Hermione flipped up the shield. “Still in the same place.”
“Yes, it’s a bit out of the way, but quiet and I can work on my motorcycle.”
“You mean, adding a little flare to a none magical item.” She chuckled slipping off the side of the bike. “You always seem to be a knight and shining armor.”
“What do you mean?”
“You always swoop in to save me from these sour dates.”
“Wouldn’t be sour dates if you wouldn’t give these men chances because they beg for it.” Draco shook his head. “I feel like you do this just to drive me crazy.”
Hermione pulled the helmet off and placed it back on the seat after he got off. “I like to think of it as I haven’t found what I’m looking for yet.”
Draco smirked, “You mean what we had.”
“Remind me again why we didn’t exactly work out?” She chimed.
“I wasn’t ready to settle down. I’m a bit wild myself, but at least I was up front about it.” Draco looked her over. “Someone wasn’t ready to play how I liked.”
“You mean someone that was rather submissive.” Hermione teased placing her left hand on his arm. “You know sometimes people can grow into things.”
“You mean compromise.”
Hermione shrugged, “We could compromise. You give me what I want and I’ll give big bad Draco what he wants.”
Draco smirked, “I can do what I want to you as long as I agree to something you want?”
“Just because you can act like a big ol’ daddy doesn’t mean I can’t be in control of something.” Hermione removed her hand and stepped away. “Obviously I was the woman that got away before you got a taste. Enough to chase her around town when you catch wind of my dates.”
“Stay the night, let me prove myself to you, that I’m nothing like these boys you’ve been going out with.” He spoke firmly.
The footsteps stopped as Hermione turned back to face him, “Then commit to me and only me. No running around chasing girls in bars.”
“Granger, you are the only woman I’ve been chasing since I lost you.” He smirked once more pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his black leather jacket.
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Hands gripped tightly to Hermione’s wrists, silk fabric wrapped around her wrists tightly pulling them into a bow. Warm breath against her neck caused a shiver to run down her spine. She was blind folded and at Draco’s mercy in his apartment.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” A whisper came from the dark. Hands slid down her bare waist and moved between her thighs. Her white panties were pulled down and away. Draco pushed her back on the bed before he pulled her to the edge of the bed. He moved his fingers to her entrance and slid inside. Teasing her, playing with her clit. A gasp escaped her lips, causing a hypnotic smirk to form on his lips. “I’ve barely touched you. What are you going to do when I put my large cock into your pussy.” He moved his hand this time his ring was turned and rubbed against her roughly.
“I know with all of these dates, you haven’t been taken care of. Unless you have been taking care of yourself.” He whispered into her left ear.
“... I can take care of myself… You of all people should know that…” She whispered back letting out a loud moan after.
“Oh I do and this is what makes this enjoyable knowing that I will be the only one to touch you now. You’ll have to ask me for permission to even touch yourself.” He slipped his fingers from her pussy. He grabbed her roughly pulling her to the edge of the bed and before sliding in without warning. She was wet from his teasing, but she was not prepared for how thick he was when he started to thrust into her.
She dug her fingers into the blankets of his bed, she felt his left hand reach up and grab her by her throat pressing tightly, just enough so she could still breath. The pace started to pick up, his right hand rested on her hip. Her breathing picked up. He was sliding in out and teasing her. He would go so far as the tip and rub gently at her entrance before slamming into her again. A scream escaped when she felt him shove his way into her again.
“So tight,” He murmured out. His pace continued, he was relentless when it came to not only making sure he felt good, but she did as well. He wanted her to know that he wouldn’t allow another person to come near her. He would make sure she was pleased and happy. No more teasing from either of them. He was willing to compromise if she was willing to submit to his desires that were only the start of what he had planned for her.
He knew she would willingly obey if she had bad boy Draco on his leash. As long as he committed he had her all to himself to play with her as he wished. She didn’t argue when he blind folded her or even tied her hands behind her back.
Another moan escaped her red lips when she felt him pull all the way out. “... Why.. Why…”
“Why what?” He was panting heavily. “Daddy’s cock is a bit big for you isn’t it, maybe we should take things slow.”
“No… You can’t stop, I haven’t…” She wiggled beneath him, his hand still holding her firmly by her throat.
“You haven’t cummed yet…” He spoke, finding great joy in this. “You are going to be a bit fun aren't you. Holding on trying to not cum until I do.” Before she could say another word he roughly pushed back into her. Pumping in and out of her. He kept his pace up, he could feel her getting close. Her breathing was hitching everytime she moaned. With one more last thrust in he kept her in place. He started to cum heavily into her. He felt her body shudder below him before she let out another loud moan. “I’m going to enjoy hearing that pretty little mouth of yours moaning every time I fuck you.”