Boo!

OOOOOOOO

"I don't know what to do."

He had been pacing their bedroom for a while now after storming through the dorm and pushing her onto the bed.

"When will you get it into your head? How can I make you understand? Why can't you just do as your fucking told?"

She scoffed, "you're kidding me right? Incase you haven't noticed Draco, I'm not a member of the Draco Malfoy fan club. Unlike them, I don't drool when I see you, I don't wish to spend to time with you, I don't want to do anything with you, I just want you to leave me the fuck alone. I know you're used to girls bowing to your every will but I'm not like that, I like a man with a personality to match his looks."

He had stopped pacing and had been stood staring at her. He smirked, "so you admit you think I'm hot?"

"Seriously? Out of everything I just said thats all you got from it?"

"You admit you think I'm hot?" He was smiling.

"Ergh, you're unbelievable!" She knew she was blushing, idiot. "No... I meant... You should have looks that match your personality, you should look like a troll or something... Although, you're not far off-"

Draco suddenly crashed his lips into hers, cutting her off. She again found herself responding, their lips interlocking. He pulled away, smiling.

"Sorry, I just love it when you get all feisty."

She frowned, what was wrong with him, why the jolly mood all of a sudden?

"Drop the act Draco."

"What act baby?" He was beaming at her.

"This... This weird happy, nice mood."

"No act 'Mione, I'm not lying, you turn into a right lioness when you're all riled up, it's damn cute. Besides you called me hot." He smirked arrogantly.

"You're unbelievable!" What was he playing at?

"Thanks." He was laughing at her.

"So one minute you're throwing me around, having a go at me and now you're messing with me and calling me cute?"

"Oh, yeah... Hmm... Guess I do need to punish you. Although, luckily for you, you've put me in a good mood."

"Luckily for me?"

"It's fine I'll just show them the start-" he seemed to be talking to himself, completely ignoring her.

"Draco what are you-"

"Come here", he stood at the bottom of the bed, there were hand cuffs attached to each corner, ready for her. She cautiously approached him, this time he grabbed each ankle and wrist, clicking each one into place himself.

"Do you trust me Hermione?"

"Phht", she laughed, "of course I don't."

"Shame." She heard amusement in his voice, as a black piece of silk was draped over her eyes, making her blind.

"Draco what are you-"

"Shhh", he placed a finger on her mouth. She felt him press against her, they were both now naked and his member poked at her ass. He slid his hands around her waste, cupping her breasts and massaging them bringing her nipples to peaks. He proceeded to move his hands down toward her private area, making her squirm.

"Draco don-" he covered her mouth with a hand and continued to move his other down. When he reached his target, he began rubbing small circles on her clit, causing the desire to bubble within her. He slid a finger inside her and she mumbled a small protest against his hand. After pushing in and out of her for a while something of a similar size replaced it. Suddenly, the item inside of her sprung to life and began vibrating, increasing her desire. He released his hand from her mouth and she struggled to suppress a moan.

She was left like that for a while until she heard the familiar sound of something being swatted through the air, only this whip sounded different to the others. When it was hit upon her ass, she noticed for a start the pain wasn't so bad. Unlike the others, it caused a more warm, tingling sensation. It wasn't a single whip, but had several strands with what felt like knots, maybe beads on the end. He hit her again in a different spot, while increasing the speed of vibration. The whip seemed to awaken new feelings to her and the blindfold made her focus more on the different sensations that danced around her body.

After a while, she could no longer resist, she moaned at the strike of the whip, although it sounded as if she was crying out from the pain of it, luckily. He struck her a few more times then stopped. She felt him move to the side of her and reach his hand to her again. As he touched her now extremely sensitive clit, he whipped her, this time it was a single whip, but again, didn't feel as painful as the others had been. It was a constant build up, the whipping, the vibration, the blindfold, his fingers. Where she would've fought her feelings, she seemingly became lost in a sea of pleasure and forgot about how much she loathed this boy.

He brought her to the edge of insanity when he suddenly pinched her clit and whipped her, all at once, tipping her over. She cried out at the sudden release, her stomach deliciously clenching and rippling with pleasure.

She didn't know how long he left her like that, sagged in the bonds with exhaustion, panting and sweating.

When he finally came to her and released the cuffs, she felt her legs come out from beneath her as he carried her to the bed. A panic shot through her as she recalled what he said about his families' expectations but was settled when a nightgown appeared on her and he tucked her into bed.

"Draco... Why... Why did you leave the blindfold on?"

She knew he was smirking, "good girl, you didn't remove it yourself. I just want to try something then I promise we'll go to bed."

Before she could protest his lips connected with hers, only the blindfold allowed her to block out the fact it was Mafloy. She forced herself to imagine it was someone else, knowing the outcome would only be worse if she didn't reciprocate. For some reason, she found herself imagining Harry, deepening the kiss. She was unsure of why, presuming it was because, although she didn't like anyone that way and didn't want a relationship, Harry is the closest person to her, closely followed by Ron. Draco pulled back, pulling the bow undone and sliding it off of her, revealing his mystic silver eyes staring into hers.

He looked puzzled, "interesting..."

His gaze darted backward and forward from each of her eyes as if he were searching for something. He pushed off of her slowly, turning to turn the light off. "Good night Hermione." His voice was soft.

"Nox."