Hermione stood in her bedchamber, fingertips tracing the patterns on the bedpost beside her as she stared off into the night beyond the window.

She continued to think back over her time with the Dark Lord and couldn’t help but wonder if it had all been a manipulation down to the form he took in her mind of the handsome Tom Riddle.

No – it couldn’t have been… could it?

It had been her biggest goal in joining the Dark Lord – aside from staying with Draco without fear of persecution. The hope that by joining, it would show the Dark Lord that muggleborns were just like their half and pureblood counterparts. That there was a place for them in that new world.

The rational, logical part of her brain told her that anyone could be convinced with enough evidence. She needed to work harder, continue to prove herself and her worth to the Dark Lord. Then he would understand and pull back from these horrible initiatives.

A pair of strong arms wound themselves around her, one hand with a silver signet ring gripping her shoulder while the other clutched her hip. There was a whisper of lips against her neck, teeth grazing her jaw.

“I could hear you thinking from the hall,” Draco said, lips sucking the spot right below her ear.

She tilted her head to the side, allowing him more access to her neck while her body and her mind fought. Her mind wanted to continue to weigh all the pros and cons, all the reasons why she could not fail. But heat began to pool in her stomach and she could feel his warmth beginning to slide over her skin.

Slowly, he dragged the arm around her chest down, fingertips brushing between her breasts. She was still wearing her Death Eater robes and his fingers outlined the trail of golden snakes down her torso.

“I have a lot to think about…” she answered, trying for a firm tone, but it came out a bit breathier than she would have liked.

Draco hummed against the skin of her shoulder, pushing his hard length into her backside.

“You have plenty of time to think of everything and make a list – I’ll even help you,” he said, his voice dropping low as his fingers glided back up, cupping her left breast through the fabric of her robes.

“I don’t… need to make a list,” she replied even more breathlessly as his fingers began to tease her.

Draco bit down lightly where her shoulder and neck met and she let out a soft whimper, not able to stop herself from grinding her ass against his stiff cock.

“Good.”

One of his hands disappeared and suddenly her robes vanished. The cool air around them ghosted across her skin, peaking her nipples and heating her core.

“Turn around,” Draco said in a low, commanding tone.

She felt herself grow wetter as she obeyed. His grey eyes were dark and hungry as they skated the length of her body. He stepped back until he was seated on the edge of her bed and palmed himself through his trousers.

“ Salazar , witch…” he breathed. “On your knees.”

He widened his legs so she could fit herself between them and a tiny whimper escaped through her lips as her body rushed to comply. This was one of the things she loved most about Draco – he always knew what she needed. In moments like this, when the world felt too big and the burdens too heavy, he stepped in to take control – even if it was just for a little while. Enough to let her mind rest.

Hastily she reached for the placket of his trousers but he tutted, pushing her hands away.

“I said on your knees– not to undo my trousers,” he scolded, running his tongue across his top teeth.

Slowly, so slowly, he unbuttoned the placket, the black material falling to the side as he pulled himself free. He was already painfully hard, the thick vein on the underside of his cock pulsing as his fingertips brushed the tip.

Her mouth watered at the sight of him as he gave himself one long stroke, his eyes moving from her face to her breasts and back again. With his free hand he cupped her chin, thumb brushing across her lower lip until he slowly pushed the pad of it into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue as she sucked his salty, sweet skin.

“Do you want to suck my cock, little lion?” he asked in a low, purring tone.

She moaned, nodding vigorously as she continued to suck on his thumb. She was so wet she could feel it dripping on the skin of her thighs and calves where she knelt, and couldn’t help but try to rub her legs together to try relieve the pressure.

“Words, love. I need to hear your words.”

“ Please ,” she moaned around his thumb. “Let me suck your cock.”

A dark grin pulled up the corner of his mouth as he continued to work himself, eyelids fluttering for a moment as he groaned. She nearly jumped on him right there, but he pressed his thumb more firmly into her mouth before removing it.

“Only good girls get to suck my cock… Are you going to be good for me?”

Hermione nodded again, the words yes, yes, yes dropping from her lips like the rain beginning to fall outside the window. Draco’s hand stilled on his cock, thumb moving over the tip to capture his precum before leaning forward and placing it back in her mouth. She sucked on it greedily, relishing the sweetly bitter taste of him.

“Of course you are,” he said softly.

He slowly removed his thumb – sliding his hand into her hair and gripping it firmly. With his guidance she leaned forward until the tip of his cock slid across her closed lips, but she knew better than to take him in her mouth without his instruction.

“You’re always good for me, aren’t you?” he groaned. “Hands behind your back.” She complied, grabbing on to opposite forearm. “Good girl. Now, open up for me, love.”

She opened her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip before swallowing him down greedily. His moan was loud as he bucked deeper into her mouth, his head tilted back in pleasure while she watched him.

Humming, she pulled back to swirl the tip again before opening her jaw and allowing her tongue to relax. Her eyes were wide and dark as she looked up at him and when his grey eyes found hers, Draco lost all semblance of control.

“ Fuck.”

Gripping her tightly by the hair he began to fuck her mouth, tears springing into the corners of her eyes as he hit the back of her throat repeatedly. But it was glorious. Her mind went blank, her body thrummed with need and pleasure at seeing him so undone.

“So bloody good,” he moaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Tell me love, where do you want it?”

One of his hands slid down her face and over the skin of her throat.

“Here?” he asked darkly, then slid his hand lower to her breasts. “Here?”

With one more moan he pulled himself out of her mouth, tilting her head up towards him by her hair.

“My face,” she pleaded. “Please, Draco.”

His eyes widened as his thumb stroked her hardened peak.

“Are… are you sure?”

She nodded frantically.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her body aching with need.

Draco’s eyes turned silver at her begging, stroking himself once, twice, three times before he painted her face with his come. She moaned, her mouth open and eyes wide as she watched him.

Once he finished, he took the thumb of his free hand and began to gather the come from her cheeks and lips, pressing it into her mouth. She licked it from his skin with a moan.

“Such a good girl,” he said softly, almost reverently.

When her face was clean Draco leaned forward, crashing his lips over hers. His tongue dipped into her mouth, tasting himself on her tongue. Hands slid down her shoulders, over her breasts and down to the swell of her hips before he lifted her, breaking the kiss to throw her onto the bed.

“You okay?” Draco asked, just for a moment dropping his commanding tone.

Hermione was breathless, her chest heaving and her body aching with need.

“Yes, yes I’m okay,” she answered, sliding her legs apart to show him her dripping thighs.

His grey eyes widened as they moved to the apex of her thighs.

“Oh my love, you most certainly are not okay,” he growled, his voice slipping back into that low dominant tone she loved. “Do you need me?”

She bit her lip, nodding furiously against the pillows as Draco vanished his robes and slid his hands up her calves.

“Please, Draco,” she whimpered as his hot breath slid across her thighs, blowing against where she needed him most.

His hands pressed her legs apart as he began to lick her arousal from the skin of her inner thighs. Moaning at her taste, he moved higher, his fingers biting into her skin – giving her that perfect mix of pleasure and pain as his mouth closed over her swollen clit.

“Oh – gods – Draco.”

She writhed beneath him, her hands grasping his hair as she rode his face. Pleasure sparked through her until she was moaning his name in a steady rhythm. But right before she came, he pulled back, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.

“Patience, little lion,” he said as she groaned in displeasure.

He slid two blunt fingers through her wetness, circling her clit before pressing them into her wet heat. Her body trembled, thighs trying to close over him to keep him in place, but he held them open with his shoulder and free hand.

“You’re going to come twice like this,” Draco commanded. “All over my tongue and fingers. Then you will come on my cock. Do you understand?”

Through her gasps and moans she got out the words:

“Yes, yes, I understand.”

With that his mouth closed back over her clit, licking and sucking as his fingers curled inside of her. His slow pace increased with each moment until she was bucking her hips off the bed, shattering around him with a scream.

He drank down her pleasure, not stopping until he had pulled a second orgasm from her. She saw stars as she climaxed again, his name like an incantation on her lips as her walls milked his fingers.

“So beautiful,” he murmured against her as he stilled his fingers, sliding up her body until the tip of him nudged her entrance. “Are you ready for me, love?”

“I’m ready,” she pleaded, her body still humming with need.

Gently he pushed himself inside of her as his mouth covered hers. He kissed her sweetly, lovingly, pouring all his want and need of her into the kiss as their magic intertwined along with their bodies. Grabbing one of her knees he hiked it over her hips, pressing deeper inside of her.

His lips moved to her jaw, then throat, nipping and sucking on the skin as he continued his slow, gentle thrusts.

“Love you so much,” he sighed against her. “Perfect. Mine.”

She hummed the words back to him. Face flushing with the sensation of him splitting her apart again and again.

Draco gripped her hips, suddenly flipping them until she was on top – her hands splayed on his chest to steady herself.

“This okay?” he asked, fingers rubbing soothing circles against her upper thighs.

Hermione rolled her hips experimentally, tipping her head back with the sensation.

“ Fuck , yes,” she breathed.

Draco licked his fingers then closed them over her nipples and Hermione groaned as her hips began to move, setting a pace faster than he had.

“So bloody gorgeous,” Draco moaned. “Riding my cock like this.”

Her brows pulled together as she leaned back, his cock hitting a part of her she’d never felt before. Pressing against his chest she moved faster while he groaned, leaning up to catch a nipple in her mouth.

She exploded around him, crying out his name as she came. Draco soon followed, thrusting up into her until she felt him pulse inside of her, coating her with his come.

As their bodies stilled, Draco pulled her down to lay against his chest – smoothing her hair back from her face while his other hand gently traced the length of her spine. She sighed, burrowing deeper into him with a feeling of contentment that was beginning to slip away with every breath she took.

As if he could hear the worry trickling back into her bones, he held her tighter against him.

“We will get through this,” he said softly, confidentially. “Together.”