"Someone’s been a naughty little witch."
Hermione Granger heard the voice of her husband as she woke up from her nap. Her eyes slowly opened, a welcoming smile crossing her pretty face as her dark brown eyes focused on the figure at the end of the bed. The smile faded as she tried to sit up and realized her hands were secured to the frame of the bed. With a testing tug, she came to the conclusion that it was silk scarves keeping her hands in place and that her lover had fastened them securely. She saw the devious smile cross familiar full lips and rolled her eyes. With a sigh, she muttered, "This is what I get for falling in love with a Slytherin."
"You love that I’m Slytherin, darling," a teasing voice reminded as fingers brushed across the bottom of her foot.
Hermione tried to glare at the amused face, but she couldn’t deny the statement. She might have been sorted into Gryffindor back at Hogwarts, but as the years went by she had shown traits that were far more common in Ravenclaw and Slytherin. She admired intelligence and cunning, found ambition and determination rather sexy, and liked nothing more than to engage in a battle of wits with someone that was fully prepared to wage such a fight.
During school, she had attempted to give the students in Slytherin a chance, not wanting to judge anyone just because they belonged to a certain house. Unfortunately, none of them bothered doing anything to change the perception of their house until Seventh year when the majority of the Slytherin arrived back at Hogwarts after Christmas holidays and pledged allegiance to Dumbledore, ready to fight Voldemort.
She had learned later that those students had spent their holidays being shown just exactly what Voldemort stood for, experiencing the death and torture for themselves as a preparation for the Dark Mark they would receive upon graduation. Regardless of their reasoning, they had fought beside the rest of their classmates, suffering worse casualties because of their betrayal of their families and their pure blood. In the end, Good had triumphed over Evil.
Somewhat a cliché, but it was very real considering all the life lost on both sides and the impact the War had on the survivors. The Final Battle had been fought a little over a year after Graduation, nearly six years ago. Since then, the Wizarding world had been rebuilt and a new Ministry was firmly in control. Hermione worked for the Ministry along with Harry and Ron, her best friends. Her husband owned several very successful businesses and they’d been together since they’d ended a strategy meeting a few months after graduation with an unexpected but surprisingly passionate snog.
"Stop it," was said sweetly though there was a slap to Hermione’s upper thigh that caught her attention.
"Stop what?" she demanded, her chocolate brown eyes flashing with annoyance accompanied with arousal.
"Thinking. You think too much, Hermione. Give your brain a rest and let me punish you for Merlin’s sake!"
"You’re whining, honey," Hermione said with a slight smile, loving the slight pout on her husband’s lips. She did as requested, though, and stopped thinking about the past to focus on her lover of seven years.
"You know, I can keep you tied up like that for hours."
"Did I say whining?" Hermione asked innocently, "I meant, punishing me wickedly. Yes, that’s exactly what I meant."
"Gryffindors are such horrible liars."
"Coming from a Slytherin, I’ll take that as a compliment," Hermione smirked before she remembered that she was tied up and that her wand was on the bedside table, leaving her completely at her lover’s mercy. Her breath caught as slim fingers moved along her thigh before pinching her. "Bloody hell!" she cried out in surprise as her body arched up.
"Tsk, tsk. Such language! You naughty, naughty witch. Do you know what happens to naughty witches? They get punished by wicked Slytherins."
"Oh God," Hermione practically whimpered as she met the eyes of her lover. With a soft moan, she said, "Draco, please."
Draco smiled sensually as his gray eyes moved over the naked body of his beautiful wife. With a smirk, he said, "I’d have expected it to take longer to make you beg."
"Bastard," Hermione said with a slight smile.
"And you love it," Draco said knowingly as he moved his fingers ever so lightly over the former Head Girl’s upper thigh.
"Who was tied up and begging last weekend, darling?" Hermione asked with an arched brow, trying to regain some resemblance of control despite her current situation.
"Someone’s getting frisky," Draco smiled, his tongue moving along his lower lip as he simply admired his wife, purring, "I like it."
"I know you do," Hermione shared a loving smile with Draco before she shifted position on the bed, pulling at the scarves around her wrists.
"You have such beautiful breasts," Draco remarked, "so full and lovely. I watch men staring at them and can’t help being smug because I know you’re mine and that they‘ll never have you."
"You’re normally smug, Draco. It’s one of your more endearing traits," Hermione smiled, her eyes moving over the graceful lines of Draco’s handsome face. "You’re so beautiful."
"Of course I am," Draco laughed softly, an arrogant smile crossing his face. He made a big show and looking around before he whispered, "It’s a Slytherin thing. We are all quite good-looking as well as intelligent and sneaky."
"What happened with Vince?" Hermione asked with an amused smile.
"Vince is somewhat attractive, in his own way," Draco automatically defended his old friend before he sighed, "Fine, it skipped a few of them. Quit being all logical! I’m supposed to be punishing you!"
"Why?" Hermione asked suddenly, "What did I do?"
"As if you didn’t know," Draco said smugly, finally giving in to the impulse and reaching for Hermione’s left breast.
"I don’t," Hermione argued, her words breathless as Draco squeezed her breast, his thumb slowly teasing her nipple.
"I come home to find you naked in our bed, your body covered in a very familiar sheen of sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex, and you say that you don’t know why you’re being punished?" Draco smiled slowly, "You know I like to watch you touch yourself yet you deliberately performed that act when I was stuck in a very dull meeting with two wizards that make watching paint dry the Muggle way exciting. You must be punished for your impatience."
"So I’m being punished because you had a late meeting and are now horny?" Hermione mused.
"That is such a tacky word," Draco wrinkled his nose, "I prefer aroused beyond belief just looking at you."
"That’s good," Hermione managed to say as Draco turned his attention to her other breast rather proud that she managed to say that when all she really wanted to do was demand that Draco fuck her.
"You want me to fuck you, don’t you?" Draco teased, seeing the need in her chocolate brown eyes. Hermione merely glared at him, her toffee colored hair falling across her shoulders, Draco using a few strands to brush over Hermione’s hard nipple. "All you have to do is beg me, darling."
"I thought I already had," Hermione said a bit more sharply than intended.
"There’s my Spitfire," Draco smiled as he slowly undressed. The blond wizard paid particular attention to her breasts, teasing her nipples and kneading the flesh, his gray eyes on Hermione’s as a soft smile remained on his lips. His robe, shirt and trousers soon lay on the floor in a tangled mess. He moved his hand into his boxers and stroked his erection, not surprised to find himself hard and ready. He hadn’t been lying when he told Hermione that just thinking about her could make him hard. A lot of people had been surprised by his and Hermione’s relationship, believing them to hate one another and deciding it had to be simply a sexual thing.
They’d proven their critics wrong over the years, having a loving and caring relationship that was also sexy and fun. They had their differences, of course, each having their own interests as well as having quite a bit in common. Their relationship had started off tempestuous, mostly a physical attraction that both had ignored for years that had finally overwhelmed them. After being together for a couple of months, they had started to get to know one another, developing a friendship and then falling in love. They’d been married after the War, both of them very happy and satisfied with their union. They fought quite a bit, but it was passionate and often foreplay, both of them enjoying a bit of bickering before having wild sex.
It wasn’t just the sex that attracted him to Hermione. Draco could happily spend hours just talking to her, finding her mind fascinating and being rather proud that his wife was considered one of the smartest witches of their generation. And, in Draco’s personal opinion, which he happened to know was shared by quite a few wizards, one of the sexiest. The brunette was a natural beauty, her untamed curls and fantastic figure earning a second look most times they went out. He was a possessive and jealous man, but he trusted Hermione and knew she loved him so he was able to gloat when he saw other wizards and a few witches looking at his wife with admiration, proud that she was his and that she had accepted him as hers.
"Draco," Hermione whined as her eyes moved over his nude body, lingering on the erection that he was stroking slowly. His lips curved into a wicked smile and she almost growled at him, hating when he made her beg and, at the same time, finding it extremely arousing to be completely at his mercy.
"I love it when you say my name that way," Draco moved to straddle her legs, his cock moving against her wet pussy as he leaned forward to rest his chin between her breasts, his tongue licking her flesh as he rested his weight on his right arm. His left fingers moved lazily along her side, deliberately touching her most ticklish spots. "Desperate and needy and so full of lust that I could nearly come just hearing my name on your lips."
"Stop tickling me," Hermione glared at him as she tried not to giggle, her body moving against his, causing his erection to press more intimately against her.
Draco arched a pale brow and smiled smugly as he turned his head slightly, his tongue moving over her nipple as he proceeded to move his fingers along her ribs, his eyes darkening as she moaned then laughed softly, her eyes flashing with need and amusement and annoyance. She hated when he tickled her, especially when she was tied up and unable to push him away or turn the tables on him, knowing exactly where his ticklish spots were just as he knew hers.
The blond wizard drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as he continued to move his fingers along her side, her body arching against him as she tried to get away from his lazy tickling. With each movement, his cock became more and more wet as it brushed against her. She was soaking, her movements changing as she became aware of his position, her lips curving into a wicked smile that never failed to excite him.
Hermione began to move against his erection, ignoring his fingers and focusing on the feel of his hardness against her wetness. She wanted him, wished he’d quit playing his silly game and fuck her, her head falling back on the pillow, whimpering as his shaft rubbed against her clit. He moved his body so that he was no longer straddling her, settling between her legs and moving her leg around his waist, his lips never leaving her breast as he continued to lick her nipples, moving his head from one to the other as he teased her with his cock, wanting her to beg for it.
They played this game often, fighting for control, making one another beg, causing each other to lose control. If anyone had been keeping score, Hermione knew that they would be even, neither one winning more often than the other. If he managed to make her beg tonight, which was definitely a possibility because she was aroused and he seemed even more playful than normal and she knew that he could honestly go hours teasing and tasting her until she was desperate and begging, she would have her turn to tease him soon enough. And she’d delight in the power she had over him, in the ability to be the one person that made Draco Malfoy give in to his desires and passion, just as he thrived on having that power over her. Their relationship was one of equals, both strong-willed and determined and passionate, somehow balancing each other in and out of the bedroom.
"Hermione," Draco purred her name, his eyes looking into hers as he pushed his pelvis against hers, "what do you want?"
"I want you inside me now," she groaned as she arched up against him, her foot moving along his leg as she tried to get him to enter her.
"Are you sorry that you were an impatient little vixen and started without me?"
"Yes," she said sharply, "I’m sorry, damn it. Now just fuck me!"
"What’s the magic word, love?" he asked as he moved two fingers into her, twisting and stroking her as she writhed beneath him. His tongue ran along his lips as he waited, his wet fingers moving along the length of his cock, stroking his shaft as he looked into her eyes.
"You fucking bastard," Hermione glared at him, watching his eyes flash with triumph as she growled, "Please!"
"Now was that difficult?" he asked with a smug smile before he thrust completely into her. She cried out as he penetrated her deeply, his lips catching hers as he began to fuck her, holding nothing back. They were both aroused and ready, her body moving against his as his tongue caressed hers, his hand moving along her ribs and arm before he untied the scarves. Fingernails dug into his back as he released her, having learned years ago that tying her up the Muggle way meant he didn’t have to stop to reach for his wand to end the spell. He liked having her hands on him when they were making love, enjoying binding her to tease and torment her with his tongue and hands, but wanting her to touch him when they were finished with the games.
Hermione scratched his back as she met his thrusts, one hand tangling in his blond hair as he devoured her mouth. She had felt the tension almost as soon as he had entered her, but she was fighting her release, determined that her husband would come with her. He was entering her deeply, his strokes rapid, his hand moving along her side and breasts. She knew he was close, the gorgeous bastard always nearly as aroused as she was after he’d teased her for any length of time. The brunette witch began to squeeze her muscles every time he withdrew, hearing him groan against her lips before pushing back inside.
His mouth moved from hers, brushing kisses against her face before he nuzzled her neck, licking and kissing the sensitive area beneath her ear. He wasn’t playing fair, damn it! Sneaky seductive Slytherin, she thought fondly as her hand moved along the muscles in his back, drawing circles on the back of his neck with her finger, causing him to push in even deeper as she teased his sensitive area. Her foot moved over the curves of his arse before resting in the small of his back, another area in which he was particularly sensitive.
His large hand gripped her leg and pushed it against the bed, her foot no longer teasing him. Hermione glowered briefly before he adjusted positions and made contact with her clit. Merlin, that felt amazing, she thought before she kissed his shoulders, nibbling on his flesh as she began to breathe heavier than before, short gasps of breath as he fucked her hard, time for foreplay and teasing finished for now. Hermione came with a whimper, arching against him as she came apart in his arms. He soon followed, entering her deeply and grunting against her neck as he came, his lips finding hers, remaining inside her until he was spent.
Finally releasing her lips, Draco smirked as his elegant fingers brushed her hair away from her face as he kissed her gently before moving to lay on his back and pulling her against him. His arm went around her waist, pulling her against him and resting possessively on her hip as he moved into a comfortable position. Once satisfied with how they were laying together, he grabbed his wand from the table and muttered, "Accio blanket," covering them up after putting his wand back.
Hermione snuggled against her husband, her eyes moving meeting his as she smiled wickedly, her words husky as she said, "If this is my punishment, remind me to be bad more often."
Draco laughed softly, his lips brushing against her forehead before he moved her closer, "I love you, you naughty little witch."
"Love you too, you sexy bastard," she smiled somewhat sleepily before resting her head on his chest, feeling his arm around her, snuggling closer and gradually drifting off to sleep.
*the end*