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Hermione Granger quietly made her way down the staircase, thankful that no one saw her going to the dungeons. She wasn't in the mood to try to come up with a reasonable explanation for why the Head Girl was skulking around the lowest level of the school. She was late, having been accosted by Ron and Harry after she'd left dinner. Since she didn't want to raise their suspicions, she had chatted with them before claiming that she needed to study. She knew that he wasn't going to be pleased with her tardiness and couldn't contain the slight shiver of anticipation that spread through her as she entered the empty hallway. Her friends would be horrified if they ever found out about her relationship with him and they'd be even more shocked if they knew that she was turned on when he played rough. She found the door to their playroom, as he liked to call it, a deserted room hidden in the dungeons that no one ever used. Except for them. The room where the Head Girl and Head Boy liked to play rough, neither wanting those more unpleasant activities to take place in their rooms, where they shared gentle lovemaking and sometimes hard fucking. She entered the room, growing wet as soon as she saw the darkness. He was angry, that meant she was going to be punished. Hermione called out, "Hello?"

"You're late, love," the words were spoken softly in the darkness.

"I ran into Harry and Ron and couldn't very well tell them that I had to hurry so that I could meet you, could I?"

Draco Malfoy smiled as he heard the feisty tone of her voice. She wanted to play, which was good since he was in the mood to fuck her until she was begging. "Remember what I told you would happen if you were late?"

Hermione glared at him as he stepped out of the shadows, the glare nearly fading when she saw how sexy he was looking that evening. His shoulder length pale blond hair was pulled back neatly with a dark green ribbon and he was only wearing a pair of black trousers that fit him very well. Defiantly, she said, "It was only a few minutes. I won't be punished for a few minutes, Draco."

He smiled at the fire in her eyes, still a bit amazed that the know-it-all mudblood had so much fire. They had been fucking for nearly six months, since early October, and he had not yet tired of her. She wasn't traditionally beautiful, her hair was still barely manageable and she was a bit more curvy than most girls wanted to be in these days of looking like sticks. He thought she was perfect, though. Their bodies fit together wonderfully, her breasts nicely overflowed in his hands, and she responded to him in a way he'd never imagined. She was his, mind, body and soul, and, he had to admit reluctantly, he was hers, mind, body and soul. He arched a brow as he caught her lovely brown eyes, "Leave."

Hermione faltered, "What?"

"You stay, you get punished. You want to end the game, there's the door. Your call."

Hermione couldn't move. Damn him. He was going to make her admit she wanted this. She sighed, "I'll stay."

He smiled at the defeat in her voice. He'd see more sparks before the night was over. Of that he was sure. He smiled wickedly as he decided that it was time to remind her who she belonged to. Draco went to her, and kissed her roughly, biting into her bottom lip, rewarded with her whimper of pain followed by a moan of pleasure. "You had your chance, Hermione. Don't worry, this will hurt you a lot more than it will hurt me".

He grabbed her suddenly, pulling her towards the wall. She struggled, though her eyes were shining with arousal. All part of the game, one of many that they enjoyed playing. He held her wrists with one hand, using his wand and muttering the words needed to secure her hands above her head. She pushed at him but he was stronger.

With practiced ease, he fixed her hands in a position that required her to stand on her tiptoes, keeping her off balance. He had to admit that he was a bit annoyed with her tonight, knowing that things might get a bit more rough than normal, though he'd never hurt her. He was tired of keeping their relationship a secret, of having to continue pretending that he loathed her when all he wanted was to touch her. His parents were dead, Voldemort was defeated, and, while he wasn't particularly fond of mudbloods, he had at least chosen to fight on the side that was sure to win. Not because he necessarily agreed with them, but because Malfoys were winners. He eased back to admire her. Her arms were raised high above her head, making her heaving breasts strain against the thin fabric of her robe.

Seeing his satisfied stare, her eyes blazed in defiance, and she kicked at him, scattering the dust on the floor and losing her balance. Suddenly, her entire weight was born by the invisible binds, sending daggers of pain to her suspended wrists. Gasping in confusion, she kicked her feet wildly, found a tenuous foothold, and finally regained her balance.

Draco thought he caught the faint impression of nipples straining through her robe. He stepped forward to inspect. She kicked again, losing her balance for the second time and struggling to right herself. Quickly, he stepped forward. With fierce, certain motions, he ripped the robe from her twisting body, exposing her magnificent breasts to the cool dungeon air. Good girl, she wasn't wearing a bra, though she did have on a pair of lacy knickers.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" she screamed at him, her naked breasts rising and falling as her breath became ragged. "I've had enough of your twisted games! This is too much! Let me go right NOW!"

He ignored her outburst. With calm determination, he reached toward the fabric of her panties and gave a strong, determined tug. The fabric ripped easily and he tossed the torn knickers on top of her robe. Merlin, she was magnificent. Full breasts, erect nipples, a scattering of freckles along her sunkissed skin, long legs, curvy hips, flat stomach, lips curved into a sensual smile as her eyes flashed with lust.

He moved to the table, her brown eyes following him. She was scared of what he was going to do to her, never really knowing how far their games would go though she knew that he would never hurt her. She was also very excited. She was in pain, the weight on her arms making her muscles ache, but she could feel wetness dripping from between her legs. He turned to face her, a sexy smirk on his handsome face as he held up a long black whip and showed it to her.

He spoke softly, his voice sensual to her ears, "I will not tolerate any misbehavior from you, love. I told you to meet me at eighty-thirty, but it's nearly nine. You were late. I will not tolerate that, Hermione," he said in a strong, steady voice as he stepped closer.

He swung the whip hard and fast, striking her thigh. She gasped, and her eyes grew shiny with moisture, but she refused to cry out. Draco was pleased at her response, knowing that he had hit her with more force than he'd planned but he was relieved to see that she had enjoyed it. The whip had left a bright red mark on her left thigh, but it would fade in time. He felt his cock harden at the sight of desire and pain in her eyes. When he was through with her, she'd be begging for more.

He swung the whip again. It sliced through the air and struck her other thigh. She gasped and lost her balance, kicking up dust and making her naked breasts bounce temptingly as she struggled to regain her foothold. He waited patiently before lashing out again. The sturdy whip made a loud smacking sound as it struck her hip, and she let out another small gasp. But this time, she retained her balance. He ambled around to her backside and swung again, striking one of her arsecheeks. It flinched on impact, and she moved her hips forward in a futile attempt to escape the blow.

Immediately, she lost her footing, and before she could regain it, the whip struck her other cheek. She kicked her feet frantically, trying to regain a secure stance, but the whip refused to give her a moment's rest. It struck her one cheek, and then the other, and her body began to dance and sway. Her curly brown hair fell over her naked shoulders, as she made futile attempts to avoid the well-earned punishment from her lover. Finally, a sob escaped her lips. He moved to the front of her and delivered a perfectly placed lash to the underside of her breasts. They bounced up and down as she jumped from the impact. Another lash to her perfect breasts forced another sob from her quivering, wet lips. After third blow to the same spot, she shrieked. He was rougher than usual and, Merlin help her, she was just as aroused.

After the fourth blow, she began, at last, to beg. She knew that he could continue lashing her with the whip for hours if he wanted, fully aware that she enjoyed the mixture of pain and pleasure. She was ready for more, though, so she gave in and begged, watching his gray eyes flash with desire at her words. "Please," she moaned. "I'll do anything you want. Pleeeeease, Draco."

Draco took a couple of steps back and looked at her. The bright angry marks covered her naked body, and her face was wet from silent tears. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he had gone too far this time. He had kept the swings precise and not very hard, having no interest in taking out his anger regarding their secret affair on his lovely partner but he did know there was a bit more force behind his swings this evening. He looked into her eyes, his lips twisting into a wicked smile when he saw the desire and need burning in their depths. She still wanted to play. He moved the whip along her breasts, brushing it against her hard nipple as he asked, "Do you know what I expect of you?"

"I don't know!" she moaned softly, watching him lick his lips, "I'll do anything. Please, Draco."

"Will you be a good pet?" he asked with an arched brow, lips curling into a smirk as he deliberately leaned closer.

"I don't know what you mean!" Hermione whispered, unable to look away from his gray eyes.

"Then this should be interesting," he mused. "Are you ready to find out, or would you like to be whipped some more?"

"No," she blurted out. "Please, no more whipping."

"Good," he said and smiled. To her relief, he let the whip fall drop to the floor. His gray eyes moved over her body, taking particular interest in the marks the whip had made. He wondered how she would keep their secret if he let the marks heal naturally. Would she be able to explain away his mark on her neck or the slight bruising around her wrists? He smiled as he decided that he would not heal the marks when they were finished, wanting her to get caught, wanting her to have to admit that she was his. He looked into her eyes as he huskily said, "You made me do this, Hermione. All you had to do was arrive on time, but, no, you had to ignore my request to spend time with those fools you call friends. You had to push me. I don't like being pushed, my pretty little pet. Do you know what I do when pushed?"

Hermione shook her head, not trusting herself to speak for fear she'd start begging him to touch her, to taste her, to fuck her.

Draco moved closer, his hand unfastening his trousers. He removed his clothes, his eyes never leaving hers. She wanted him, was so wet he could see her juices coating her curls and dripping down her leg. He saw desire flash in her pretty brown eyes as he stripped naked. He moved to her, positioning his cock at her entrance. He teased her, running his length along her slit, moving his mouth to her ear as he answered his own question.

"I push back" he taunted, thrusting deep into her.

Hermione gasped as she felt his hard cock fill her. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of her palm, sinking deeply and drawing blood as she adjusted to his girth. She felt his warm hands move around her waist and cup her ass. With a low grunt, he lifted her easily as he plunged into her wet passage.

Draco was in heaven as he sunk deep inside her. He had a throbbing hard on from the beating, which had grown with every moan she had made. He loved how she responded to him, how she'd let herself lose control, become wild. She had enjoyed her punishment, that was very obvious. She was wet, soaking. With each thrash from the whip, she had become more aroused. The air in the empty room smelled of sweat and sex. He let one of his fingers run along her tight arsehole, hearing her moan as he gently slid it inside.

Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, angling down to meet his hard cock. She felt like her arms were going to pull themselves off as she struggled against his damn bonds. She felt his mouth on her breast, his teeth pinching her hard nipple. The slight pain sent tremors through her spine. Her head fell back as she screamed out her release.

Draco felt her tighten around his thrusting cock, his gray eyes watching her beautiful face as she came for him. Hearing his name on her lips caused his cock to swell even more. With a few harsh shoves, he felt himself spasm inside her, hoarsely calling out her name before his lips crashed down on hers. His seed filled her, dripping from between their joined bodies as he continued to thrust until he was completely spent. Reluctantly, he stopped the kiss, and pulled himself out of her. He grabbed his wand and said the birth control charm before releasing his wrists from their invisible bindings. She was smiling at him, her body bruised and a bit bloody from the marks the whip had made, a satisfied _expression on her face as she rubbed her wrists. He gave her a scornful look, though his eyes were affectionate as he purred, "You liked it didn't you, Hermione? You like being my fuck toy."

"Yes, Draco, I love it," Hermione admitted without shame. She smiled, "I love the feel of your cock buried deep inside me, the way you moan my name when you come, the way your hands feel on my skin, the taste of you on my tongue. I'm yours."

"Just as I'm yours," he said before his lips caught hers in a possessive kiss. Pulling back, he stared into her eyes and said, "I love you, Granger."

"I love you, too, Malfoy," she whispered, her hand brushing a lock of blond hair away from his eyes. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she said, "Tonight was amazing. A bit rough, but, Merlin, I was so aroused. Thank you, Draco."

"You're welcome, Hermione," he smirked, "I wasn't sure if I might have been too rough, but you seemed to enjoy it. I'm not going to heal the marks this time, love. I kind of like seeing my mark on your body, knowing you're mine."

"You're such a possessive bastard," Hermione said affectionately, before she grimaced, "I'm going to be so sore tomorrow."

Draco picked up the torn robe and slid it over her shoulders. He performed a charm to repair it and the got dressed himself. He picked up her knickers and put them in the pocket of his robe. Turning towards her, he swept her into his arms, smiling at her as he said, "C'mon. I'll fix you a nice warm bath to help ease the soreness, and I'll even wash your back."

"That sounds lovely," Hermione smiled as she rested her head on his shoulder. She said, "I can walk if you think someone might see us."

"No, I want to carry you," he said, "besides, who cares if they see us? I'm tired of hiding."

"So am I," Hermione said as her eyes looked into his, "I don't care if the whole bloody school knows that I love you."

"I'll make an announcement tomorrow at breakfast," Draco smirked, watching her roll her eyes.

"Prat," she laughed softly as she moved her head back to his shoulder, thinking that he had almost sounded serious. Oh well, it would definitely make for a memorable breakfast, she decided as her lips curled into a happy smile

THE END