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”Well, regardless” – he wa

”Well, regardless” – he waved his hand like he was resetting the air – “I have a few new techniques to try.”
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.”

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“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.”

’He wanted to tell her that looking at her felt like gazing into the setting sun. As much as her brilliance blinded him, he couldn’t bear to te

’He wanted to tell her that looking at her felt like gazing into the setting sun. As much as her brilliance blinded him, he couldn’t bear to tear his eyes away. Couldn’t live with missing a single second. He wanted her to know that he had watched her happiness from the outside for all those years, but he had never known the true meaning of warmth until he had been a part of it. That he never could have imagined what it would feel like to be the one she was looking at when she smiled. To be the reason why.’

He nodded and cleared his throat. “What did Nick do to get slapped?”
Her face split into a wicked grin, and she reached up and patted him twice on the cheek, hard. “Just don’t fuck up.”
She turned to head back into the sitting room, and he had to adjust himself in his trousers before following.

“We rode this to school every year!” he called out.
“A train!” she guessed immediately.
“Harry and Ron nearly died in this kind of tree!”
“A willow!”
“Your favourite dessert!”
“Ice cream!”
“The colour of your dress at the Yule Ball!”
“P-periwinkle...”
“Yes!”
“Time!” Shannon called.
Draco was thrilled. In addition to his clues, she’d also guessed something called a helicopter, beetles (though it was misspelled on the card), and Leonardo DiCaprio. The other team had taken an early lead due, in part, to his lackluster first round, and now that Granger had put them solidly ahead, he was determined to continue the streak.
On his next turn, he was able to guess the first clue—penguin—from Janelle’s description. Then Granger was on a roll.
“You always drink this at Christmas!”
“Cider?” He was surprised she knew that.
“You hate this animal!”
“The Weasel,” he said with a smirk. She looked so annoyed it was almost worth losing the point. But not quite. “Fine, a ferret.”
He flipped the card.
“OH! Pansy’s Valentine’s Day gift to you in fifth year!”
He gaped at her. She was hopping up and down, hands outstretched as if she could pull the answer out of his mouth.
“Cufflinks,” he said quietly.

“Can’t you just lighten up? For once in your goddamn life?”
“No, I can’t!” she shouted. “I’m facing Azkaban over this!”
“You’re not going to Azkaban, Granger.”
“I very well might!” she said, now feeling quite hysterical. He hadn’t reacted at all like she’d hoped he would. If he wasn’t willing to help her work up to it, then they were both absolutely fucked. She pressed on, letting her voice climb. “And if I’m getting sentenced to prison, I’d much rather it be because we took a stand as conscientious objectors and not because we can’t fuck properly!”
“Oh, I can fuck you properly!” he yelled, matching her tone. He pushed off the counter toward her. “And you’ll like it!”
“I don’t just need to like it, Malfoy! I need to come!”
“And you will!” he screamed. “I’ll make you come if it’s the last thing I do!”
“Great!” She shoved past him towards the door.“Perfect!” he yelled after her.
“Looking forward to it!” she screamed from the hallway.
“Can’t wait!” floated around the corner.
Hermione stopped at the foot of the stairs, red-faced and panting, replaying what she’d just said. She charged back into the kitchen. “I didn’t mean that last part!” she shouted.
“Me neither!” Malfoy yelled, looking every bit as manic as she felt.
“And I forgot my coffee!”
“Fine!” He stormed past her into the hallway and out the back door.
Hermione flipped the sink tap to cold and stuck her face under the stream.

But when she rounded the corner to the attached bathroom, she was brought up short by what she saw. Because, indeed, Draco Malfoy was using an electric hair dryer… on his face?
He was clothed in his usual uniform of white shirt and black trousers, and his hair was dry. But his head was tilted back and his eyes closed in apparent rapture as he directed the air over his face. It was such an odd and somehow strangely intimate display that Hermione couldn’t tear her eyes away. As she watched, he directed the air down the length of each of his arms and over his chest and stomach. He seemed so pleased by the sensation that he didn’t even look angry when he caught sight of her watching in the mirror.
“Look at this!” he shouted over the noise of the fan’s motor. “Like a combined drying and warming charm! But prolonged!”

‘He may be a demon by name, but I refuse to believe that a man who tore off his wings, only to use them as a shield to protect his family, could ever truly be soulless.’

***

“Till death do us part' you say?" 
She felt the air whirl around her face as he inhaled, and just when Hermione thought he might take pity on her, just when she thought he might grant her the mercy of death, Malfoy chose a different torture, and pressed his lips against her neck in a single, agonising, fucking crucifying kiss.
“What makes you think you'll be rid of me in death?" Hermione couldn't help but shiver as his lips glided up to the shell of her ear, goading her, threatening her in a lover's whisper. "What makes you think I won't follow you there, just so our game never has to end?”

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“I'd let Theo decapitate a thousand of your muggle soldiers. He can display their heads on my mantlepiece if that's what it takes to make him feel whole again."
“Is that what will happen when Voldemort decides that I've outlived my useless?"
Her question seemed to take him off guard. His expression fell, the fake smirk crumbled as quickly as he'd forged it.
“Are you going to just stand there when he sends me to the gallows? And watch while he orders one of you to cut my head off?"
His eyes twitched, not quite a flinch, but it wasn't nothing either. “Are you going to hide behind your Occlumency walls while Theo parades my head around like it's a toy? Are you going to smile then?"
She wondered what his reaction might have been if his walls weren't up. Wondered what his expression might have been if he weren't protecting himself behind his icy shield. If the thought of her head being thrown carelessly around by his best friend might have been unsettling for him. If it might splinter that cold, dead heart of his, make him feel something for someone else who wasn't his family.If there were cracks, he didn't let them show.
His eyes were grey and lifeless. All traces of blue were snuffed out, along with the little shreds of kindness that accompanied them.
He looked her up and down, rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek, and then he scoffed cruelly.
Despite the malicious mask he wore on his face, he spoke the next few words very softly. He whispered them, almost caressing her with each syllable, and Hermione didn't know if they were a threat on her life, or a vow to keep her forever.
“Do you honestly believe that I would let you go that easily?”

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“I'd travel,” he said out of nowhere, derailing her train of thought.
“Travel?" she asked, the water still warm around her. "Where would you go?"
“Everywhere. I'd see everything. I'd do everything. Live what life I've got left in me to the fullest."
Suddenly, her mind went back to the pictures on his wall. The landscapes. The lakes. The mountains. Maybe the pictures on his wall weren't just pictures at all. Maybe they were more like windows, windows into another life, another life that he wished he could have, places he wanted to go, but didn't think he'd get to see.
“You could come with me.”
Hermione scoffed and splashed him again. "Come with you? Have you lost the plot?"
“Does that really sound so bad? Me and you. Alone. Travelling the world together. Fighting and fucking in every country until we're old and grey. The thrill of it would keep us young for years."
“We wouldn't get old and grey - we'd kill each other within a few years."
“Maybe." He leaned closer, closing the distance between them, and it took everything in Hermione not to shiver as his cold hand found her knee, and slowly glided up her leg to rest on her hip. "But think of the fun we'd have."
She shook her head and laughed, and although she smacked his hand away, she couldn't help but smile with him. “In another life, I think I would have liked that.”
“Another life.” He smiled as he leaned back against his side of the bath. "Yes, in another life, maybe.”

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She could do this. They could do this; they just needed to trust one another and work together. Once upon a time she'd have scoffed at the irony of it all. A Death Eater and the Golden Girl, fighting side by side, relying on each other to save the others life while two grotesquely large beasts looked at them with hunger in their eyes. It was all so horribly poetic it was almost funny.
“Just do what I tell you and follow my lead." Hermione looked at Malfoy out the corner of her eye. "Do you have my back?"
Blue-grey eyes met hers for a moment before he smirked. "Do you even have to ask, little lion?”

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“Granger, I-" He cut himself off and rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek, like he didn't know how to say the words.
She recognised that look, she'd seen it on him before. And without even saying it, Hermione knew what he was trying to ask.
“Don't worry, I'll come back," Hermione finished for him. "I'll come back to you."
He scoffed quietly and his lips twitched into a small smirk. "Make sure that you do.”
And then, despite the battle going on around them, Malfoy grabbed the back of her head and kissed her. It only lasted a second, they couldn't afford to take their eyes off the battle any longer, but that kiss spoke a thousand words.
The way he held the back of her head told her that he never wanted to let her go, that he didn't want to let her go now, even though it was for the best.
The way he chased her mouth when she started to pull away, the way he dragged her lips back to hers just so he could steal that second more told her that he wished they had more time, that he wasn't ready to let her go yet, just like she wasn't ready either.
And the way he kissed her, so passionately and so publicly, in front of generations of Death Eaters who'd looked up to him for leadership and who wanted her dead, it told her that she was his.
His for all to see. His for as long as they had.
He told her everything she needed to know without ever uttering a single syllable.

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“I clipped my toenails las

“I clipped my toenails last night for you.

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