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"I just think it's unconventional, that's all. I had rather planned to get them a nice duvet, not a vibrator." Hermione Granger used her hand to muffle that last bit as she spoke into her mobile. Those weren't words she was accustomed to saying in public. 

"'Mione, times have changed, love." Ginny Potter, who at 38 was not much younger than Hermione, informed her lightly. "Back in the day, a duvet would have made a lovely gift. But now, instead of kitchen wares and boring china, the happy couple would rather have some daring lingerie or a couple's toy. I guess that's how they stay a happy pair. Are you there already?" 

"Yeah, I'm here..." Hermione rolled her eyes as she pulled her collar up higher, wishing she had thought to put a little glamour on herself before entering this part of town. But, of course, she hadn't been planning on waiting for her former sister-in-law for any length of time. "Maybe that's what happened between Ronald and me," she mused aloud. "We received a french coffee press instead of a french tickler."

"What the hell is a french tickle..." laughed her friend, and then Ginny fake gagged through the phone. "Eww, gross, 'Mione, that's my brother."

Hermione laughed louder than she had intended before remembering she was trying to be covert. She looked around but was content to see that this far into Knockturn Alley's infamous "back row", she was alone. She lowered her voice anyway as a precaution, "Oh, but it's okay to meet me at a sex toy shop to buy your niece something for her marital bed ?" 

Hermione could hear Ginny's car door shut and her sleek Audi's engine start-up in the background. "Yes, that's absolutely different. Anyway, I'm almost there; I'm just crossing over the bridge. I'll be there in 5 minutes. Okay, 20 tops, if the parking is bad. Ughh, I should've used the Floo." 

"But you just had to drive," Hermione said in a good-natured yet scolding tone, knowing the redhead was most likely a muggle racecar driver in a past life.

"Yes, I just had to drive..." Ginny Parrotted back, laughter in her voice as Hermione heard the gears shifting. "I love my husband, my children, my family- I really do. But gods, 'Mione, I really love my car." They both chuckled at this. "I'll be there soon. Love ya." 

Hermione clicked end on her mobile. She then made herself as comfortable as one could get against the moss-covered stone of the wall at her back and prepared herself for the 30-minute wait. 

Ginny wasn't wrong; time's had changed. Twenty years ago, she would have been mortified to know that her friends and family were possibly buying her body-positive sexual wellness products or lingerie. Looking back, she wished now that she had embraced wearing the sexy little corset, naughty underwear or just nothing at all more often. But nowadays, the most expensive piece of undergarment she owned was the Spanx she felt she had to wear just to keep everything in place. 

She used to be able to turn a head or two - or three, even. She'd grown to love the body she was in. It had taken some time, but it happened. Her teeth had been fixed thanks to Madam Pomfrey, and strange enough, sometimes felt she owed a debt of gratitude to the spoiled, yet ridiculously handsome, blonde ferret who had hexed her in the first place. However, she would never tell him that, nor that she had nursed a secret crush on him for years. Once her teeth fit her face, she found herself smiling more. Her once dishevelled hair had developed into beautiful wavy tendrils, thanks to discovering products that actually helped.

But after a full-time career, birthing two children, raising those two children, and a divorce, time had done what time does best; it had caught up with her. 

But she was happy for her niece, Victoire, and Teddy, her sweet, not-so-little-anymore godson who were getting married on Sunday. Since the couple had already been living together so that Vicky could attend Uni, they really didn't have much need for traditional bridal gifts. And since the couple was rather unique, it only made sense they would request unconventional gifts such as marital aids and lingerie anyway. 

"Spanx," Hermione grumbled. "That's what I should get, Vicky- some spanxs..." Hermione made a look of discomfort just as a tall figure of a man with a film noir worthy fedora shielding his face turned the corner. Hastily, she turned to inspect the stone wall at her back. Hopefully, he would be too preoccupied with keeping a low profile to notice her since he walked right into the shop she was supposed to be meeting her friend to shop at as well. But, of course, no one wanted to be seen coming in and out of there, did they? He was probably wearing the glamour she should have been smart enough to wear.

She peered into the window, her curiosity getting the best of her and having nothing else to do with her time. Other than what some might consider tasteful promotional material and ads in the storefront, there was nothing but the haze of a privacy ward. Which she guessed was good for her anonymity. 

"-Well, that's all they said, 'She's been spotted in Knockturn Alley'..." The voice coming down the lowly lit lane was unmistakable. Rita Skeeter, and it was drawing closer. 

A stocky bull-ish voice asked, "Well, how are we s'pose to know which one she's in, eh?" 

Hermione could just barely detect the sound of possibly three sets of shoes clicking over the stones. Then they came to a stop just beyond the stone wall where she had just been standing. Panic rose in her chest. 

"You dumb oaf," Rita chastised, "you use your eyes to look into every shop until we find her, now won't we. I can't wait to see what my readers will say about the Deputy Minister of Magic shopping in Knockturn Alley. Make sure you get a good picture, Boris, and make it as unflattering as possible; me and this bitch have history. Let's check the Naughty Knickers Night Club first, then we'll make our way down. Louis, you stand watch, make sure she doesn't get away."

The news crew was close enough that Hermione could smell the smoke from the cigarette one of them, presumedly Louis, had just lit up. The sad, pathetic excuse of a nightclub was only five doors from where she stood in front of the last shop on the dead-end row. 

A shop she didn't want to get caught in. Well-rounded members of society did not shop in Knockturn Alley, or it was more like they didn't get caught shopping there. But with her bid coming up to step into the role of Minister of Magic, she really did not need the bad press that would come along with this kind of scandal. And if Rita was involved, she would make sure it was indeed a scandal. 

She couldn't Apparate, and there was nowhere to hide. She had only one option. 

A bell went off above her head as she opened and closed the door to the Pleasuring Playthings Emporium. A bored worker behind a plexiglass counter barely looked up from a magazine but greeted her with a bored 'evening' dryly.

Not knowing how to respond, she sent a simple wave his way and looked around. There was only one other shopper- the man in the fedora- but he looked utterly occupied in what he was looking at behind the shelf he stood in front of.  

Hermione took his lead and went to the aisle furthest away from the front entrance. With one eye on the door, she pretended to browse while debating what the hell to do about the situation she had just landed herself in. 

What was the worst that could happen? Hermione wondered to herself anxiously. So the Deputy Minister got caught shopping in Knockturn Alley? Was that really so bad? It's not like every business out here was corrupt, was it? And who had even tipped that blasted beetle off that she was here? It was probably fedora-guy; anyone who could make a fedora look good can not be trusted...

Suddenly someone was beside Hermione, and she gasped in surprise. 

"We just got that one in and can hardly keep it on the shelves..." an old witch stated as she wagged her eyebrows. Then, at Hermione's confusion, she motioned to the box that Hermione had absentmindedly picked up to pretend shop. 

On the packaging, there was a busty witch in an obscene pose wearing a string Bikini Top and a teeny-tiny skirt that said, 'Grifingdor'. Her long curly hair was loose and uncontrolled. Dread filled Hermione as she flipped the package to read the back, which was no better than the front. The witch was bent over with barely-there knickers peeking out from under her barely-there skirt. There was a description for the item inside, a wand nearly identical to her own Vinewood one but plastic and significantly thicker. 'Harmony Danger's wand will help you find your Chamber of Secrets. Vinewood synthetic wand comes with adjustable speeds and settings. It is waterproof, slime proof and heatproof '..."

"But, say, you wouldn't mind signing some of 'em, would you?" The old witch sent a conspiratorial wink her way. "I's could charge a pretty knut for them. I'd even give you that one for half price, I will." Hermione could not answer as she worked through the first draft of the missive to her legal team in her head. 

"Don't you worry your little heart out; we are real discreet around here- ain't we, Duncan?" She yelled over to the other clerk, who held a double-ended phallic product up in agreement- it jiggled as he waved. Then, Hermione saw a gentleman rushing out from the back of the store. It looked like he had come from one of four little numbered rooms along the back wall, with curtains for doors. 

"We don't tell anyone who comes in and outta here, so don't you worry." The old lady smiled a toothy grin at her as she stocked random items: inflatable giants, potions, vibrators, and lots of leather. Hermione kept looking between the clerk, fedora-guy- who was now missing, and the door that was about to open with the man's exit. Finally, she craned her head, checking to see if she could spot Rita through the open door.

"See ya later, Mister McLaggen," the clerk called out to the parting figure.  

Fear and panic more oppressive than what she had already been feeling rushed to settle in at the clerk's words. That did not sound like discretion. But, even if she could find a place to hide if Rita walked through those doors right now, she was as good as exposed if that was how they handled privacy. 

The clerk leaned back against a display of bondage gear. "Look, Miss Granger. As long as you buy something, we're good. McLaggen there, see, he likes to come in, and all he wants to do is watch the 5-minute previews we show on the pensieves. So he does his thing, then leaves without spending a sickle." Her eyes narrowed on Hermione. "But we ain't gonna have that problem, are we?" 

Hermione saw where this was going. It was extortion, and it was wrong- absolutely horrible. But she would deal with that later, 'cause Gods; she needed to find something to buy and quick. 

She reached out to take the first thing at her disposal; a boxed set titled 'BDSM for Dummies'. Then to fully obtain the wicked old witch's silence, she also grabbed the shiny black riding crop next to it.  

"Uhhh, yeah… Um, how about these?" 

The shady racketeer persona was replaced by a kindly old woman with a customer service smile, "No rush, Miss Gr...er... Ma'am," She corrected herself with a giggle and patted Hermione's hand, the one still clutching the riding crop. "you take your time, shop all you want. I'll be at the register whenever you're ready, deary."

Feeling convinced enough that her identity would be concealed, Hermione hurried towards the back to find a place to hide for the imminent entry of Rita and her news crew. There were five darkened rooms which she deduced must be the Pensieve rooms. She barely had but a moment to consider why they would have pensieves in a sex toy shop. And why on earth would they offer 5 minutes of free previews? However, her musings were cut short as she was startled by the bell above the door. At the same time, an arm reached out and pulled her into room #2. 

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"Get your hands off…." 

Hermione flinched as she was pushed against the wall, and a solid digit crushed against her lips to quiet her. The figure attached to the hand was trying to listen through the curtain that he -and it was most certainly a he based on the ridge against her stomach- had just pulled her within. 

"Evening, Love." Rita's high-pitched bothersome voice could be heard faintly from the main shop. "Say, I was supposed to be meeting a friend of mine; you haven't seen her have you? Mopey, brownish hair, kinda thick and frumpy..."

Mopey? Frumpy? If I had a jar on me right now... Hermione thought.  

Unfortunately, the shopkeeper's voice was too low to hear her response. Hermione looked down to the riding crop in one hand and "BDSM for Dummies" in the other. She prayed that the uncommunicated understanding that she would be purchasing the items had been conveyed enough to gain her silence and discretion.

Feeling moderately assured, her mind turned to the more urgent threat; the man who had pulled her into a darkened, secluded room. 

His tall body framed her, keeping her motionless against the wall. One hand fit snugly over her middle, preventing her from fleeing. The other had settled upon her shoulder. He reached up and cupped her nape as though it were something he was accustomed to. His thumb brushed lightly upon her neck, which strangely gave her a feeling of calm where the sense of panic should be most present. He continued to stretch his head to eavesdrop and peak through the gap in the curtain. 

"No, thank you. I think we're just gonna browse for a while... Ohhh, Do you have this in pink?"

The man's warm breath skimmed across her ear as he bent to whisper. "I'm going to have to let go of you now. Don't move." She could feel the brim of a hat hitting gently against her hair. It was the man in the fedora. 

His statement stated he was letting go, but his grip made no move from the side of her waist. In fact, it flexed, gathering her blouse even more in his fingers. 

"I have to put the vial in the pensieve." He whispered again, and this time, she was sure she felt his smile against her lobe as her whole body shivered at his contact, and she had to strain not to moan out loud. "I'd be quiet if I were you, Granger." 

His smirk cleared away as Hermione bit her lip to stifle the mewling whimper threatening to surface. He wet his lip with his tongue, an action she could just barely see in the pale light and the shadow from his hat. 

The final word off of his lips had caught up with her; he had said, Granger. She elbowed his torso back slightly to inspect him and summoned her strength to push his arms away quietly. He stood back and snatched his hat off. 

"Malfoy?" She whispered in shock. 

He huffed and turned quickly to pour the vial into the pensieve, leaving his hat upon the counter in the process. Immediately some rather lewd acts started playing out on a screen hanging from a wall. Draco Malfoy went to the curtain and pulled it back entirely, rendering them exposed as Rita, and her crew looked through separate aisles. Yet, somehow they had not spotted the two of them or the salacious entertainment on the screen.

"They'll see us," She whispered firmly and tried to reach past him to pull the curtain back into place. But, instead, the tall blond man pushed her hand down and shook his head with a cocksure sneer across his face.  

"I thought you would be a pro on how these rooms work, Granger..."

Hermione released the box and drove the riding crop, one hand holding each side up beneath his jawbone and with a deadly stare, she whispered, "Silence, Malfoy." Then, using his momentary shock, she used her agile form to drive him against the wall, her knee thrust between his legs to hold him in place. 

With the light from the screen and not shadowed from his hat, Draco's eyes had widened the size of galleons. She could feel his chest hitch beneath her forearms, and a reaction inside her bloomed to life. There was no way that the sound of her heavy breathing mixed with his was not going to give them away any minute now.  

His mouth raised a bit into the almost ever-present smirk from when he was younger. Then his eyes matched the motion, and Hermione thought she felt something else a little further south quirking up against her abdomen. She loosened up and glanced out into the main room. How was it that the racket they had undoubtedly produced, not to mention the cries and grunts coming from the pensieve screen, had not alerted the paparazzi to their presence? 

Draco began to push the riding crop down with precision. Then, keeping his eyes fixed on hers, he started speaking in an average volume, "As much as I..." 

The leather was back up under his chin, and the flash in her glare warned him he was at 'strike two'. He raised his hands in submission and dropped his voice to a whisper. "Allow me to explain how this works." 

Much to her annoyance, Draco grabbed the leather crop from her hand and used it to point to a sign on the wall that showed a sizable visual aid explaining just how the pensieve rooms worked. 

The graphic on the wall was detailed, to say the least. Step one involved using your wand to reserve the room, which was most likely how the shop would bill the individual. Step two involved selecting a vial from out in the main shop. From what Hermione could see from the screen, it looked as though the vials, or at the very least this one, were just muggle porn videos recorded as memories. This gave the witch or wizard the option to observe inside the pensieve bowl and quite possibly seem like they were there in person. 

The rest of the diagram detailed the wards around the room. 

"So see Granger", Draco continued in his normal voice. "As soon as the dose of choice is poured in, it activates the wards. So no one can see or hear what's going on in here. But we can see what's going on out there." 

He laid his hand on her waist and began to shift her to the side. He muttered an "excuse me" as he tried to get behind her in the small space to adjust the volume on the pensieve- the loud moans of passion were somewhat distracting. However, she could not help but notice his hand lingered at her side long after his body had gone the direction it needed to.  

Her mind spun at the information he had just fed to her. "That...That's disgusting", Hermione blurted out in indignation.

Draco swung towards her quickly, startled by her outburst and eyed her questioningly. "It's not like I had time to actually skim the catalogue of titles for 'Making love in a Library' before I saved your arse from a public and political scandal. Oh, you are welcome, by the way."

"What?" Hermione shook her head, wondering what he was blathering on about. Then, it hit her; he must be assuming she was saying she was disgusted by the sensual acts of indulgence upon the screen. "That? Oh, no, that's fine. I mean, it's actually quite interesting; is that supposed to be a... anyways," she shook her head to get back to the conversation at hand. "No, I meant that it's disgusting that they allow patrons to come into the rooms to do gods know what while watching other patrons without their permission. This-" She pointed to the screen," is one thing; they know what they are getting into. Exhibitionism is a thrill for some, and that is fine. But, this..." She grabbed the riding crop and used it to point into the main room, where Rita was now trying on a pink strap-on over her purple geriatric velvet track-suit. "This is a violation. Just another violation amongst the many others I've witnessed this evening." 

Draco just watched her. It reminded her so much of the glances he would give her at school right before he would get annoyed at her tenacity. Yet, as she looked closer, she was able to see that his breath had picked up, and he had a smirk beginning to barge onto his features. 

He leaned back against the counter that housed the pensieve, arms folded over his solid chest. "You know, you look kinda sexy when filled with righteous indignation, Granger." 

Hermione could feel the blush beginning to ascend her chest, neck and throat up onto her cheeks. She glanced behind Draco to the display; this must be the free five minute previews the old witch had been talking about. That on the screen was sexy; youth and naivety were attractive, not knowledge and assertiveness. She had been that once- but did not feel that anymore. 

"Ha, right. So how is it that you are so familiar with how these booths work, Malfoy?" Hastily she changed the subject while leaning against the wall. She matched his expression, eyebrows lifted and a grin. "Are you a regular here as well?" She did air quotes as she said regular- which was kind of tricky with the riding crop still in her hand. 

He had changed so much since she had last seen him. But, of course, so much had changed in both their lives since then. It had to have been at least eleven or twelve years now that Theo and Luna Nott had gotten married; she had served as a bridesmaid and he a groomsman. Then, they both had been married, she to Ron and he to Astoria. Little Rose and Scorpius were just toddlers and Hugo just a baby. He had looked so happy then, and she suspected she did too. They all had fun in the Cuban sunshine celebrating their friend's wedding.

Draco just shook his head at her and then swooped down to pick up the box she had dropped on the floor earlier. 

"Nice pick Granger, I didn't take you for the sub/dom type." He didn't even give her a moment to get embarrassed before he changed the subject, tapping the box against his thigh as he leaned back. "You are aware I don't live here anymore and haven't for quite some time, aren't you?" she didn't know that it was possible, but he almost looked hurt that she hadn't kept up on his where-a-bouts for the last decade. But she had; she wasn't sure why, but she had. She knew about Astoria's death and Draco's promotion through the French Ministry and Scorpius attending Beauxbatons. 

"No, I knew. And...and, I'm sorry about Astoria." 

His eyes smiled at her, and he just nodded his head. She could see sorrow, but it was old, like an expired box of biscuits. 

"No, what I meant was..." What did I mean? She asked herself as she watched him scratch at his day-old stubble on his chin. She half wished he would put the damn fedora back on. Maybe then she could focus on having a rational conversation without being distracted by a handsome face, just barely kissed by age. "I meant, did you get caught up in this little blackmail racket they have going on as well?" 

"Oh, no. No, um… No." He chuckled and scratched at his chin again."No, I am an Auror with the French Ministry- undercover division. We've had a lot of arrests made in establishments such as these. But, the old demand your patronage in exchange for silence- that's a pretty common thing for proprietors to do." He tossed the box up in the air and then caught it like a day hadn't passed since his last quidditch game. 

Looking down at the box in his hands, he spoke just loud enough for her to hear, "I bet they think they won the lottery with you, Granger."

"Pardon?" She replied on polite instinct. But her delivery was anything but polite. Hermione folded her arms over her chest and let him know she did not appreciate being patronized. But the way he examined her was disconcerting. He was so difficult to read. One moment, he looked bothered and indifferent. The next, his hungry, teasing gaze had her feeling like she was not wearing anything at all. 

"What on earth were you thinking coming to a place like this? Deputy Minister-aren't you in line for bloody Minister of Magic?" He stood up and ran his hands through his blond hair. It was longer now, still quite a respectable length, but after what his hands just did, it was left with a just-shagged look that was not helping Hermione keep her composure. "So what, you needed a new obedience bench to go with your switch?" 

"My switch?" Hermione queried. She knew what a switch was; she was no prude when it came to sex. However, what was an obedience bench? Then, sudden understanding bloomed within her as she pictured the tall blond man before her, mounted naked on a black bench. His strong muscular arms bound together with shackles around the bottom, and his beautiful pale arse, poised in the air—Ready for her to touch, feel, and caress.

"That..." He pointed to the riding crop in her hand, "Is a switch, Granger." 

She looked at the switch in her hands, which really looked like a riding crop to her, then to him. Draco looked kind of exasperated as he studied her and then the box in his hands.  

"Sweet Salazar, woman." Draco threw the box down on the counter and leaned down on it. He shook his head then continued his adult hissy-fit, " What... Do you... Do you not even know what the bloody hell- "

Hermione cracked the switch against the counter next to him, creating an almost deafening noise in the confined space. But she was pleased to see the desired effect achieved. She did not like this side of him, the one where he was frustrated and somewhat out of control; instead, she liked it when he was relaxed and unencumbered. 

Taking his momentary shock, she informed him," I'll have you know, I am here to get a gift for your cousin's wedding." 

Draco rose and started to walk around her where she stood. Her hands were now on her hips, the crop dangling from a cord around her wrist. His evaluation of her as he toured her brought back the vision of him on the bench. Then new ones of him on his knees and begging to worship her. 

Hermione knew her worth as a witch and a political figure. She lived it every day as she went into the office and observed the good she was doing in the wizarding world. Under her guidance, the measures put in place were indispensable to the continuing existence of lesser beasts and beings. And her laws and lobbying had been vital to how the Ministry rebounded from the corrupt, brutal society it had been to the thriving democracy it was now. Her hands were in all of that, and that was why she was being tapped to become the next Minister of Magic when Kingsley finally retired next year. 

But as a woman, she was not what she once was. She felt more like the lonely young girl with frizzy hair and buck teeth just trying to get someone's attention. At which one time she had felt sexy and in control, now she felt panicked and hurried constantly. 

Draco had not stopped his perusal of her. Instead, he tapped his long finger on his chin as the woman on the screen behind him pushed the dreadlocked man's head down into her...

"No, of course, you wouldn't be here to buy something for yourself, now would you? How silly of me. What was it you were going to purchase for them, Granger? A sensible pink vibrator with two speeds, or possibly edible massage oil?" Draco stepped behind her; she could tell he was goading her. It's what he did. The spoiled, rotten little boy who used to tease her mercilessly was back, except this time his taunts were affecting her in different ways. He put his lips up close to her ear and ran his nose along the sensitive skin there. 

What was he doing? Why? Would it be so wrong if she goaded him back? She considered it. Hermione turned her head to meet his gaze from the side and said matter of factly, "Well, no. I'm sure they will get plenty of those. But every collection needs his and her anal dilators." 

The last time she had been this proud of herself, she had secured a grant for Dragon research in the Canadian Rockies. But seeing his adam's apple bob and hearing the catch in his breath made her feel like she had reached a level-up stage on one of Hugo's video games. 

"Miss Granger," Draco responded with a mocking appalled expression. 

"Oh, it's Miss Granger, now is it?" She folded her hands across her chest and cocked her hip out, allowing him to see her long legs extend out from her drab brown trousers. 

He lingered just a moment before apparently making a decision and turning abruptly and placing his hand on her hip hesitantly. "Granger, Miss Granger, Goddess amongst all..." He came close to her lips, ghosting a breath across them, "Mistress..." 

What the hell was he doing, and why were her hands instantly responding to him? Touching his chest, where his heartbeat was a steady tattoo threatening to erupt out of his chest. His lips were so close to her skin. She wanted nothing more than for him to touch her and take her down on the disgusting floor of this little room and worship her. 

Somehow she knew, that's all she had to do was say the words, and he would. This had somehow passed teasing and taunting and entered a dangerous arena where only the strong would survive. 

Was she strong enough? 

"Malfoy, think about this rationally..." He continued to ghost his hands and lips and body over her. Waiting patiently but just barely for her to say he could touch her. "You are only turned on by what you have seen, by what's going on behind us. Or that material you looked at before I even came in..." 

"Granger..." He cut her off, his demeanour changed. No longer a man simply wanting to feast at her table. "Is that really what you think?" 

She looked around, confused. A good majority of men were turned on by pornographic material; many women were as well. It was very intriguing content going on on the screen behind them. But, of course, the man barreling into the woman on the screen could not hold a candle to Malfoy and his stern, firm demeanour that was so different from the one he displayed earlier. 

"You have been the product of both my nightmares and my dreams since we were young. A lot of them are quite vivid." The look in his eye held the meaning of what that could be." Seeing you now in your ugly-ass trousers is turning me on just as much as when I saw you last in the tempting as hell sundress at Theo's wedding." 

"My trousers are not ug..." His words sunk in. Not just his words but his actions. Her memory brought her back to Cuba, the wedding, his guarded glances her way. There had been that sexual tension, the desire from him. But not just from him. She had felt it towards him as well. But they had both been married, so they both tapped it down so that it was not visible. "But, Astoria?" 

He tucked a chunk of her unruly hair that she knew lacked the shine and lustre that it used to behind her ear. "Astoria had never been a jealous wife since it was an arranged marriage. However, with you, she was livid that you and I had to walk together for the wedding. She refused to sleep with me for a week. She even tried to get Theo to change up the order. She must've seen something there that even we may not have noticed." 

She stroked her hand down his torso till it paused on his waistband, causing his eyes to shutter closed. "Woman..." He sighed out. 

Hermione felt a thrill at the power she wielded, seeing him coming undone at her touch. It made her feel sexier than any outfit or set of Spanx had ever done. 

"That box-" He inclined back slightly and nodded over to the box on the counter. Then caught her eyes with his own. "I could teach you a lot more than a book meant for dummies ever could," he said into her neck; then, with a soft kiss below her ear, "If you are interested, that is." 

Hermione swallowed down the moan that was threatening to erupt from her throat. Could she do that? Could she trust Draco Malfoy with this? 

"Come have dinner with me tomorrow night. At the Manor, or maybe somewhere else..." he amended touching all along her neck and jawline.

"No, the Manor is fine." She hummed as she pulled her neck back, giving him access to more skin. 

"I'll open the Floo's at half-past 7." Looking out into the main room of the shop; he seemed to make a decision. He kissed her deeply then, and it was filled with promise and passion, vigour and excitement. 

"I'll be there", she somehow managed to breathe out, trying her damndest to pull his shirt from his pants. But just then, he pulled away. 

Draco grabbed his hat from the counter and handed her the switch. "I'll even let you whip me if I misbehave." 

With a wink and a quick kiss to her cheek, he hastily walked out of the little room. The screen stopped, and Hermione felt the wards collapse around her. She quickly shuffled to hide behind the wall feeling lonely and bereft without his touch. 

All of a sudden, there was a loud commotion coming from the front of the shop.

"Get his picture, make sure you get that his shirt is all rumpled." Rita could be heard yelling to her men. " Draco Malfoy, former Slytherin bad boy who has been living in Paris for the last decade, seems to have gotten over the loss of his wife. And now that his 16-year-old son is off to Beauxbatons, he is off having himself a fun time in the pensieve booths at Pleasuring Playthings Emporium. We will try to catch up to him for an exclusive on how he's been and what he's ..." 

And the bell chimed over the door, signalling their exit. Hermione continued to breathe in and out to steady the rising excitement coursing through her. Had all this really happened? She straightened her shirt and her composure. 

"You can come out now. They're all gone, deary," The old witch said with a knowing smile. Most likely seeing her bruised lips and desire coursing through her. 

Hermione strode out confidently and placed the switch on the counter with a saucy smile. 

The old witch ran her wand over it to ring it up. "Will this be it then?" 

Hermione thought quickly, the words tomorrow night running over and over in her mind. "No, on second thought, I'm gonna need a couple of other things as well." 

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"Are you going to wear the little black latex number you bought last night? You are going to look amazing in it. And think, if you paired it with those stockings; the crotch-" 

"-Ginny!" Hermione cut her friend off quickly. "Your children and Harry are there, are they not?" 

"Yes, always-" Through the phone, Hermione could almost hear the mother's shoulders sag followed by a heavy sigh. "But don't worry, they aren't paying attention. Al is betting Lily she won't drink an Espresso. Anyways, I can't believe I missed all of the excitement yesterday by five bloody minutes." 

Yesterday or what she may also refer to as quite possibly the most erotic moment of her life thus far, had felt like a dream. A steamy and vivid one where Malfoy, her former school crush, and the school bully had rescued her. He then proceeded to corner her, awaken previously unknown desires, insinuate he found her attractive, lay his heart right out on his sleeve, make her an offer she couldn't refuse and then saved her yet again, all in under an hour. Oh, and gave her a mind-blowing kiss on top of all that. 

"-James, no love, your dress robes; not your school robes. Your cousin's wedding is tomorrow. Why would I want you to wear your school robes?" Hermione was startled out of her thoughts by life proceeding on the other end of the phone. "-Then go ask your father if you can borrow a pair of his if your's don't fit. Don't make me ask your Uncle Ron for his dress robes." Ginny shouted after her son goodnaturedly. 

Hermione chuckled. It felt good to finally hear Ron's name and not either break down in tears or want to hex someone. "Gin, you know I burned those rags and almost all of his clothing after he left me for Ernie 6 years ago, right?" 

"Right, but they don't know that. So, what time did he tell you to come over? And are you gonna bring over everything in that little bag of tricks you bought?" 

The redhead who had a penchant for running late had arrived just as Hermione was about to make her final purchases. After giving her the briefest of rundowns, her confidante convinced the sex-toy-buying-virgin to invest in quite an assortment of different items.       

Shyly, she "Mm-hmmed" her answer and Ginny's girlish squeal made Hermione have to pull the phone slightly from her ear.

"Oh 'Mione, you floozy you..." Ginny intonated. " What if you wore a trench coat like in old school Hollywood, with just a bustier, skimpy hold-ups and daring heels underneath...."

The idea of arriving at the Manor dressed so provocatively was causing quite a reaction in her gut, or was it lower?

"-What?" Ginny responded to someone on her side of the phone. "No, Lils. Mummy doesn't need to put a note in the swear jar. Floozy is not a swear word- no, baby, it's just a person who enjoys sex. Huh? Well, yes, Aunty Mione enjoys sex... Well, you'd have to ask her if she's okay with you calling her a flooz-"

"AND on that note... I think it's time I got ready to go." Mortification overwhelmed her knowing her niece now knows she enjoys sex. Still, the pride that her friend was positively instilling healthy awareness and boundaries with her niece and nephews erased that feeling quickly.  

"No, I understand. I should not have encouraged that espresso. I've got to pry lily off the ceiling now." a note of panic at something going on around her was evident. " Have fun, be safe; I expect to hear all about it tomorrow. Love you 'Mione."

"Love you too, Gin," Hermione replied as she heard Ginny yell something that sounded like, How did you manage that? Before she had clicked end on her mobile. 

She had taken her friend’s recommendation, and Ginny was right; Hermione did look amazing.

Beneath the dark grey, almost black trench coat that looked sophisticated and reserved, she wore a scanty black dress she had bought on a whim, high on peer pressure the night before. The tight top framed her ample breasts and flaunted her deep cleavage; while the cute flirty skirt was short enough, it just barely covered her thong-covered ass. Enjoying how the night air felt against her bare legs, she opted out of the thigh-high hold-ups;  however, she did choose to wear a pair of long opera length latex gloves. Her highest pair of high heels completed the look.

Seeing herself in the mirror before she left had stimulated something inside of her- something that had laid dormant for far too long. This- what she was about to do- was more than just needing an orgasm, a release. She had needed to feel sexy again. No longer would she let her depreciating self-worth tell her she wasn't pretty enough, thin enough, or good enough to impress a lover. 

The look on Malfoy's face as she exited the floo into his formal sitting room only stimulated those dormant desires even more. 

"Granger!" Malfoy greeted her with a voracious smirk on his face. He sat casually on a green velveteen couch in a white button-down shirt untucked from his black trousers and feet bare. Granting him a moment for his eyes to continue roaming over her loose but soft curls, dark elegant makeup and her outfit- the outer layer at least. She remained silent while she carefully magicked the soot from the coat, paying special attention in bending over slightly to make sure to get her black heels as well.

He rose and sauntered over to lock the floo. Hermione could sense his nearness before she felt his hot breath fan along her neck and his hand's ghost along her sides, careful not to touch. "May I take your coat?" 

Hermione turned her face to match his predatory gaze with one of her own. Then, without looking away, she unbelted then flicked open the buttons of her coat. Malfoy withdrew it from her shoulders and stopped immediately when he saw what she was wearing- or more like, what little she was.

The energy from his stare behind her was deep. Whereas in the past, the attention may have bothered her- wondering if her Spanx were hiding her curves-here she felt emboldened further by his perusal. Heat radiated from him in waves, and he used his wand to send her coat over to the coatroom. She heard a slight whimper from him that was utterly delightful before he stepped closer to her back but careful not to touch her, although she knew he wanted to. 

"Very nice, Granger." There was a playful edge in his voice. "And here I had rather thought you wouldn't show."

An exciting boldness rushed through her. He was playing a game, she could tell; she liked to play games as well. Last evening it seemed like he was responding most to when she had been daring and assertive, something she was finding she rather enjoyed as well. 

Hermione turned on him and glared harshly at him with a tilt of her head, remarking the alarm that set in his storm-grey eyes did not overcast the lust. She wanted to see just how far he liked her audacity to go. "How dare you. Do you mean to tell me you would invite a woman over for dinner and then assume she would not show?" His eyes were wide, and his breath was picking up, but she could tell by the tent in his pants he was very turned on by her show of aggression. 

And she would be lying if she was not as well. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she strolled around him.

"How dare you." She spat out at him in a dark, dangerous tone; she could feel his heart speed up and could almost hear the strain of fabric from his erection. Her own desire was growing at her emboldened wantonness. 

"Am I to believe you don't have anything here for us-", she was behind him at this point and in her heels, tall enough to lean in closely to whisper in his ear, "to eat?"

"Oh, you are dirty, babe..." Draco pronounced on a dark chuckle before he turned swiftly, grabbed ahold of her waist, and apparated them both to a dark candlelit bedroom. A tray of cheeses, meats and fruits, as well as two cloches, sat beautifully over on a side table. A bottle of Elven wine chilled in a bucket next to two glasses. 

Hermione smiled to herself; he had known she would come. 

He still had his arm around her waist from their apparating, and he looked at her like he wanted nothing else in this world other than to taste her lips. That would come later, but for now, she wanted to revel in this power, this control he was handing her. So to garner his attention with her gloved hands, she pushed him from her side roughly and sneered. 

"Babe?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow. Then, she widened her stance and cocked her hand on her hip. "You will not address me as 'Babe', are we clear? Babe is what you call a girl- a young woman, someone you can toy with and make do your bidding. Do I look like a young woman to you?" 

Another whimper escaped his lips as Draco dropped to the ground on his knees. Hermione could feel herself getting wet every time he made that slight noise and then try to hide it. "No, You look like every fantasy I have ever had of you. All woman, all beautiful, amazing, brilliant, sexy woman." He almost appeared drunk with lust as he drank her in. Then meeting her gaze, he asked, "What would you like me to call you then?" 

Hermione thought about it for a moment. "Mistress should do just fine." This time, there was no whimper. Instead, he sucked in a breath and bit down on his lip, something that she was really craving to do herself. She had been playing that kiss over and over in her mind since last night. But for now, she was enjoying this little game. And he was playing so well.  

"Sweet Salazar. Mistress, I am your slave." Draco cried responded. Lust seeping from his words. 

Hermione had forgone the glamours, and there was no wearing Spanx underneath this dress, so every curve, roll and bulge was visible, and she didn't care. Malfoy clearly was a fan. His hands snaked down to start palming himself through his trousers as he watched her stand there as if she were an Amazonian goddess.

"And is a slave supposed to touch himself like that so lewdly?" She asked in her most chastising tone.

Actually, she was kind of unsure of the answer; she really had no idea of what she was doing. But, of course, she knew there were people out there that lived this lifestyle; she had read that far in her research. But there had only been so much time last night to skim through the BDSM for Dummies before her imagination started running away with her and the testing of the toys began. So, for now, she was making this up as she went along, and she would chalk this up to playing out her dark fantasy of being headmistress and him the naughty professor. 

Immediately he withdrew his hands and placed them on his knees. He really was such an obedient man. An obedience bench did sound like a good idea. That thought reminded her that she had charmed an extendable holding pocket into her dress. She reached in and withdrew the switch. His eyes lit up as she toyed with it in her hands and walked around.

"Such a good boy, Draco." His face, usually so pale, now flushed with colour, flushed even more at her praise. She would most definitely be remembering that for later. "But I want to see what it was you were playing with," and then, as if to make it very clear, she placed the toe of her heel on his knee. "Lose your clothes." 

Draco reached over to where he had dropped his wand and used it to vanish his clothes. He then immediately went back to the subservient pose he had been maintaining. His cock, magnificent and impressive, stood erect and tall under her perusal. He looked so proud and confident. Heat and desire rushed through her even more, and she felt the urge to plunge her own fingers deep inside her aching centre to quench the need stirring within her. 

She then remembered she had a slave to do that. 

"Lay on your back." She ordered him. 

He obeyed without hesitation, and his cock got harder. 

Kneeling next to him, clearly not knowing what she was supposed to do but not wanting any of this to end, she took the switch and dragged it along his torso, lightly ending right before it touched his cock. The whimper and then a groan escaped his lips, and a faint, "Mistress." 

"Oh, do you like that, huh?" She teased in a soft voice. 

Deciding to tease him more, she stood and started to take the thong beneath her tiny skirt off. Hermione tried so hard to continue her performance as the dominant hard woman, but she started to lose her footing, what with trying to take tiny knickers off, high heel shoes and holding a glorified riding crop in her hand. Finally, she righted herself, but years of raising clumsy children entered her performance, and she uttered "oopsie" with a meek chuckle.

Draco's cockiness chose that time to try to infiltrate the scene, and he responded with, "Yes, your smell is driving me mad. I want to taste you; I want my fingers inside you. I want to make you come all over my face. I want to drink you and then fuck..." 

This would not work; she had tried so hard to maintain the persona, she had to attempt to get it back. She smacked the switch across her gloved hand, creating a loud sound that garnered his attention. She had to gain control of this ship; she liked it too much. His expression was that of shock as though she had struck him and not her own hand.

The years of mothering again came out as she bent to try to comfort him, her gloved hand resting on his chest. "Malfoy. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... " All the nerve left her at that moment, and she sighed. "I don't know what I'm doing..."She confessed and hastily tore the latex gloves off her arms one at a time. Draco sat up and cupped her jaw, offering comforting shh-ing sounds as well. "I don't even know why I did this..." 

"Granger," He said, chuckling at her and softening his thumb over her chin and neck like it was second nature."It's ok. It's fine, really. And you could've fooled me. You look amazing and so confident and in charge. I...we should have talked about limits and safewords as soon as you walked in, but you were just so bloody... and I was just so... But, damn it, Granger." He chuckled again, apparently flustered."My dick has never been as hard as it was when you walked through my floo and had me guessing what was underneath your coat." 

Hermione melted a little and accepted his praise. Knowing these were not just words to make her continue what she was doing but terms of brutal honesty. 

"I am enjoying this." She motioned down to herself - now sitting on the floor with him, knee to knee- then at him, stopping to pay special consideration to his magnificent cock, just begging for attention. "But I really don't know what I am doing. I've just been doing what feels right and feels good."

“No wonder you never made Head Girl at school if you just acted on what feels right and feels good.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood, which caused her to hit him over the shoulder with her glove while he held up his hands defensively, and they both laughed. "Hey, we haven't settled on a safe word yet, Granger." 

"Oh, gods." Hermione groaned, embarrassed only slightly that she let her desires run away with her. "That was in chapter 2, or maybe chapter 3 of the BDSM for Dummies, and I forgot all about it. See what you do to me, Malfoy. I just came in and pretty much assaulted you. And now I'm a dribbling mess." She moaned and tried to draw her knees up to her chest so she could hide her face on them. 

"Granger, slow down." He said while he grabbed her chin in his hand to draw her attention to him. "I am what is know as a Switch." 

Hermione stared at him confused and looked down and motioned to the not-a-riding-crop. "I thought that was a switch?" 

"You do know more than one thing can have the same name? Hmmm, something the brainy Granger didn't know. How interesting." He goaded, "A switch is a person that can be more than two things, enjoy both giving and receiving; subservience and dominance. Both." The last line he said while looking her up and down and drawing her up closer. 

She loved both perspectives herself. So would that mean she fell into that category as well? Perhaps she could explore both aspects with Draco someday, that is, if she could keep from mucking up this experience. 

He continued once he was sure he had her attention trained on him and him only. "If you were doing what feels right, then you were doing it correctly; there is no right or wrong way to do any of this. But there is a safe way. Do you understand?" He waited patiently for her to try to nod her head while he was still gripping her chin. The pressure felt exquisite, and she was pleased to note that she was now sitting in the same position he had been sitting in earlier that she had enjoyed so much. 

She nodded her head while keeping her eyes trained on him.

"Good girl." He said with a smirk while he licked his lips, and she felt a trickle of desire seep out her pussy lips. It didn't make matters easier when he rose from the hunched position he had been in, and his large cock was so close to her face. "So our safewords are going to be simple this time around. Suppose you want me to stop for any reason whatsoever. You call me by my given name, Draco. And should I want you to stop for whatever reason, I will call you by yours. Does that sound fair?" 

Hermione watched him with hungry eyes and nodded her head as she watched him smooth his hand over his cock, the springiness of it surprising her. 

"Now that that is settled. Since you are new to this..." He gestured to her, sitting on her knees and looking at him hungrily and gave his cock another run with his hands, "Then I will show you the ropes."

Hermione's voice made a whimper of her own, and she watched Malfoy form a fascinated expression. At the same time, he jerked his hand over his cock. "Will there be ropes, Malfoy?" She said, surprised at how excited that prospect made her. 

"Ohhhh, Granger. Maybe later."

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Her body began to quiver with a need for him that was borderline scary.

Hermione had strolled into Malfoy's home fearless, sensual and in charge.

Now all she wanted to do was beg him to put his cock in her mouth. The excitement to explore with her tongue and see if it felt as velvety soft as it looked was crushing. Her mind was pulling her every which way. Seeing the pre-cum bubble at his tip as he stroked his hand casually over his length was be-witching. 

As if on auto-drive, her hand began to claw at the hem of her dress, aching to reach below. She needed something, anything, between her legs at that moment. 

Draco cleared his throat and lifted an austere eyebrow at her. Her hand shirked back as if her skirt had suddenly become electrified. Another fantasy propelled itself into the forefront of her mind; him the stern Slytherin Professor. She, an eager student -a the sixth year, of course. After class, she has to meet with him and discuss her poor marks and what she could do to raise them. Not that she had ever received poor marks, but that's why this was a fantasy.

Why do a good majority of my fantasies revolve around Hogwarts?

Hermione was startled out of her thoughts by Malfoy cracking the switch she had abandoned against the ground. She now knew the expression he had made previously was not one of panic or alarm but pure excitement. The sound had startled her, yes, but it had also caused something inside her to stir- like things weren't stirring anyways. 

"Miss Granger." Malfoy drawled out in a very Professor-like tone.  

Is it possible he has used legilimens on me and saw my fantasy? She considered briefly and then, Do I care at this point? She thought as well. 

"Good girls are allowed to touch themselves like I know you desire to. So what have you done to deserve to put your fingers inside that pretty little cunt of yours?" Malfoy had one hand upon his hip as a professor would. The other maintained its torturous beat along his solid length. Hermione craved to lick, kiss and engulf it between her lips. 

"Please, Malfoy," She said in a whisper, ever so careful not to slip and call him by his given name, not wanting this to end. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming out more of her needs. Good girls most definitely did not do that.  

"Come show me what else that mouth can do other than tease me mercilessly when you bite your lip, and then we will see about what we can do about that drenched pussy of yours." He stood then, age only somewhat affecting his joints. The movement did not detract from his attractiveness in any way. 

He was tall and strong. He still had that seeker body after all these years. Trim waist, but it was soft like a slight butterbeer belly would manifest should he forgo working on it for any length of time. His penis, long and thick, was practically in her face. She just had to reach her tongue out to touch him. 

And she did. 

In one smooth movement, she engulfed his shaft in her hot mouth and started rubbing her lips along his length, needing to see how far down she could go. Malfoy's reaction to her assault on him was mesmerizing. He placed one hand on the back of her head to further encourage her while also throwing his head back in what looked like pure ecstasy. 

Having a dick in her mouth was something she thoroughly enjoyed, feeling it glide against her tongue and its unique taste. However, knowing a man was gaining pleasure from her mouth was so much of a turn-on, she had to grab ahold of his arse, which was solid and muscular, to keep from touching herself.

"Granger, I... I have appreciated your swotty mouth for so long. Seeing you talk your way out of anything, spar with me, fight injustice or some shite like that, and then there's that thing you do when you bite your bottom lip, that you've done since 5th year." He was observing her with complete satisfaction and admiration on his features. The duality of affection and desire only intensified her mounting passion. "But this is by far my favourite thing you have ever done with it." 

How the hell was he forming coherent sentences? She thought to herself? This would not do; she wanted to drive him mindless with desire, not have him gushing about her swotty mouth. She used one hand to start rubbing at his sack and even slid a finger up to tease the sensitive area behind it as she sucked and licked him.

"Grang...Granger. Sweet Salazars slimy Uncle." His legs started to shake slightly, and he began to fall backward. He used the sofa to help guide him until he was lying back on the carpeting floor and motioned to continue what she was doing.

Hermione had other plans. Situated on her knees, she studied his figure as he lay prone on the floor and placed her hands on her hips. Panic, confusion and a small amount of sadness flitted across his face at her apparent refusal. But then it morphed into an intense smile, and she could tell he was wondering what she was going to do next. 

She shook her head haughtily, enjoying these whiplash back and forth roles they were playing. It only heightened this experience more. "No, Malfoy. I've been a Good Girl and did what I was told, and now I want what I have coming towards me." 

The whimper she adored so much escaped his lips, and she could have sworn it looked like his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Hermione felt like a goddess being worshipped as she lifted the skirt slowly off her torso and then over her head. She let her hair tumble free from the loose pins holding the curls at bay and stood on her knees proudly naked as the day she was born in front of her schoolgirl crush.

His gush of breath and how he reached out to grab ahold of his cock to stroke slowly assured her he loved how she looked. He drank her in, and she let him drink. 

This could get addicting and quickly, and that information was something Hermione was not sure what to do with.

Her entire life, she had been committed to helping others. While at school, when she wasn't helping to keep Harry and Ron alive, she was helping to defeat an evil villain set on destroying muggle-borns like her. Her career had always been about helping the wizarding world progress from the darkness the war had put them through. Not to mention assisting werewolves, elves, and any other creature that would allow her to help attain rights.

Parenting was all about helping her children, and she wouldn't have had that any other way. But now, with both children away at Hogwarts, she was not as needed as she had been when they were little, and they had not only her but Ron and a whole slew of Weasley's to help them with whatever came their way. Her marriage had also been about helping someone else; it had all been about Ron from the beginning. Four years into their marriage, he had come out to her as gay. It had been a trying time for them as they decided to try to work it out as a couple for the children's sake. She had tried everything; they had even experimented sexually.

But then Ron had decided to take matters into his own hands and hooked up with Ernie McMillan at their 10 year Hogwarts reunion. So that she could forgive- if he had told her at the time, that is- after all, everyone deserves happiness. But it was the continuation of the relationship for four years that had been the nail in the coffin. 

But here was a man- at least in this moment and last night- who made her feel like she was worth more than just what she could give him.

Had it really only been two days that they had been reconnected? So this could end tomorrow, after Teddy and Victoires wedding, he could go back to France, and she could never see him again, and it would be okay. It would suck, but it would be okay. Because he had helped her find something inside of her, something buried so deep, and she hadn't known it was a missing piece. 

"I want to taste you. Can I please, please taste you, Mistress?" Hermione made a guttural moaning sound in appreciation. She could think about all of that tomorrow. 

She drove her finger down into her wetness and gathered up the slick already accumulated there. She guided it close to her lips, inhaling the scent, and watched his breathing speed in his chest and his hand speed up on his cock. Viewing a man wank was now one of her favourite things to observe. She bit at her lip, recalling how much he liked it. Then unable to resist her curiosity put her finger in her mouth and sucked the wetness off her own finger. 

"Please, Mistress. I need to taste you..." He groaned out. Lust was clouding his already storm grey eyes. "I feel like I will die if I can't taste you on my tongue."

"Such a drama queen," She noted dryly before slithering up to his side and, using the couch not far from his head as support, she bracketed her legs next to his ears. He instantly used both his hands to steady her ass above his head, so he could stretch up and lap at her slippery creases with brazen determination. 

Typical questions tend to come to a woman's mind when in a position such as this one. Such as am I possibly smothering him? Could he see and feel the stretch marks from childbirth along her curves or the Scars from the emergency c-section from when her baby came early? What about the extra baby weight still hanging around, even though her youngest was now in his teens? 

None of those thoughts or questions made it into the forefront of her brain. The only idea allowed was how one man and one tongue could bring her to splintering ecstasy. Hermione cried out her release as she rode Malfoy's face. His tongue alternated between spearing inside her folds and flicking her sensitive clit. Finally, she came with force and felt the stickiness on his face as she rode it out. Breathing hard to catch her breath, she slumped her arms forward onto the couch in front of her. 

"Oh gods, Malfoy. I never have... I mean... that was... "She muttered as she felt him push out from beneath her to sit on his knees. He smoothed one hand over each globe and then used a finger to spread her juices up and down. She could hear his hand as it was stroking his cock again. 

Why did she feel things were about to switch again?  

"Granger, your arse is a work of art." He carefully spanked at it, then went back to sliding his fingers along the folds that were at his mercy. Her little moan and how she pushed herself back into him hopefully showed him she enjoyed the swat. 

"Did you like that Granger?" He did it again. He swatted her a little more, evoking a loud groan, and Hermione positioned herself so she was perched up on her knees and could feel him better. However, the fingers of one hand we're stirring up that feeling again. He plunged two fingers inside her and even circled up to run one around her asshole- which was quite surprising to her and made her head flop backwards. Malfoy grabbed ahold of her long curls to help pull her head back more, allowing her ignored till this point nipples to rub against the sofa as she rode his fingers. Moans and whimpers, as well as squelches and wet sounds, filled the atmosphere. 

"Are you on the potion?" 

The idea of Draco fucking her right now made her want to come again, right there on his hand, but she knew she needed to hold out. He would want her to. It was the good girl thing to do. "Yes, and if you don't fuck me right now, Malfoy-" 

She had barely gotten the phrase out before his cocked speared into her waiting pussy and started thrusting inside her. His hand still pulling her head back and her nipples brushing the sofa, sending ripples of pleasure through her as he fucked her hard.

There were so many new feelings, sensations, emotions running through her mind, she scarcely knew what to pay attention to. She had never felt this admired, alive, sexy in her life. Her body was not the only thing achieving release. Her inhibitions, the restrictions she had placed on herself, were all gone !!

Just as she was close to reaching another mind-blowing orgasm, she heard it. 

"Hermione..." Draco breathed out as if in prayer. 

She paused. This caused him to stop quickly, and she could tell as she turned to look at him that he realized his mistake. "Draco, I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?" Hermione questioned, fighting every urge inside her to not move against him. 

She may not know all the rules of how this- whatever this is- works, but she knew when a safe word is spoken, you are supposed to stop. 

"No, no, not at all, love. I am the bloody idiot..." Draco removed himself from her and sat back on the carpet but turned her to face him, bringing her close and encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. Then, on instinct, she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

He kissed her nose as he rubbed his hands up and down her back to ass. The feeling was incredible. But the sense of loss was just as palpable. 

"-Im, the bloody idiot that chooses my safeword as the thing I've wanted to say for years. It goes further even than Theo and Luna's wedding. "He positioned himself and rubbed the head of his cock tenderly against her sensitive nub as an apology for interrupting what had been happening. He planted kisses all over her face and neck, lingering to suck lightly at areas she showed her most appreciation at. 

"What?" She moaned out as her head fell back, and he leaned forward to take a breast in his mouth, sucking lightly on the nipple. He pushed into her then, and Hermione relaxed into the gentle rhythm their bodies created. 

 "Ever since you punched me 3rd year, I've fancied you- more than fancied you." He switched to the other breast. The man's dick was magic as he swivelled his hips in and out of her; he adjusted his legs slightly so she was cradled in his lap, and the adjustment was glorious. He guided her head to look at him, and she held his gaze as he continued, slow and steady strokes inside her. "Grang...Hermione." He corrected himself with a chuckle, which just felt so right inside of her. "You had to have known that." 

"No, I had no idea." She giggled and kissed at his neck as he whimpered, most likely at how the movement made her clench around him. "But. I may have a small confession-" she increased her momentum slightly, enjoying his face getting tight but still trying to convey vulnerability at the same time. "I have fancied you for that long as well." 

"Hermione, Fuck. I have wanted you for so long. And when I saw you last night. I just... I thought I had died. You looked so sexy-" He kissed along her collarbone and sucked at the spot below her ear that was driving her mad. 

"Me, Sexy?" Hermione stated on a breath. "Up until yesterday, I believed Ron had got that as well as our condo in Dover in the divorce." She was so crazy with lust; she could not believe she had just brought up her ex-husband and her divorce while her childhood crush was fucking her. Although this no longer felt like fucking, it no longer felt like exploring kinks. Instead, this felt raw and emotive. 

Draco captured her lips with his and kissed her. He really kissed her as he drove her higher and higher towards the peak. Allowing her to ride him and gain the satisfaction from him she was sure he was about to experience as well. Finally, he punctuated hard into her hitting her just right, and reached up to grasp her breast as she ran her hands through his hair, moaning. Feeling her insides tighten again, her release imminent. She screamed, "yes", intensely and boldly. 

"Hermione, love, I believe you've gotten your sexy back." 

They both cried out into the candlelit ambience of the room as their orgasm claimed them both.

Epilogue: 

Diagon Alley Hosted an Open House for The New Sexual Health and Well-Being Clinic 

By Rita Skeeter

Well, things have been abuzz around the wizarding world lately as a new storefront has opened up next to Flourish and Blotts on the walkways of Diagon Alley. 

Following the raid and closure of Pleasuring Playthings Emporium and several other businesses on Knockturn Alley's famous "Back Row", the wizarding shopping district had been in dire need of a refresh. 

The Sexual Health and Well-being Clinic hosted an open house last week that yours truly attended and will fill you in on all the juicy tidbits. 

However, this writer did overhear a couple of customers grumbling about it not being what they expected from a sex toy store. One shopper was very disgruntled to see that they did not offer pensieve viewing booths.

 The Owner and CEO, Draco Malfoy, had this to say at the open house, "We are not simply a sex toy store. We are a centre that specializes in sexuality and sexual well-being. We offer a safe place for inquiring witches and wizards to come and investigate, research and receive information about lifestyles, kinks and sexual health. We also specialize in recognizing the different aspects of sexuality and sexual preferences. We had a dedicated staff of medi-witches and mind healers on hand to work with witches and wizards who may be struggling with identity, stigmas or any other sexual health questions or concerns. In addition, all our funds raised through the sale of our sexual aids go right back into funding the Sexual Health clinic." 

But don't let the name of the business scare you. Retired Auror Draco Malfoy says the name may go through some changes as the company grows and evolves. But, this writer thinks this former Slytherin bad boy likes to turn some heads. 

Speaking of turning heads. It seems like the newly-appointed Minister of Magic Hermione Granger has turned some heads lately with her bold new look. But, could the bad boy's return to Wizarding Britain from a long sojourn in France have anything to do with that?

This reporter noted many saucy glances coming from both the Minister and the store owner as they perused the aisles of sexual aids- which looked like sex toys to me- during the grand opening. Is there something there? It certainly seems so.

 More on Minister Granger's sexy new style on page 4.

Oh well, till next time. 

This is Rita Skeeter.

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