A/N: Written for Harmony & Co. (18+) Shag-A-Thon.

Betas, who I am eternally grateful for, are Mrs. Ren and Pet. Their patience and encouragement gave me the push I needed to put this out there.
Happy Valentine's Day, I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1

Discovery

Hermione looked at her clock and sighed before she closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair. "Just thirty more minutes. Please for the love of Merlin let them pass quickly," she said with a tired sigh.

It had been an eventful week with no less than fifteen calls a day. Some were more serious than others but Aurors had to investigate each one and Hermione felt like she was drowning in paperwork.

"'Mione?"

"No!" Hermione groaned, "please Harry...There are only," she looked back at the clock, "five bloody minutes until we go home!"

The man in question walked through the door, eyebrow raised at her tone and gave her a look of reproach.

"Stand down, love, I was just coming to see if you wanted to come out for drinks tonight."

She put her head in her hands and a quiet apology fell from her lips at his silent disapproval. She hadn't meant to snap. After tidying up her desk she grabbed her coat and bag, eager to get on with her Friday night, and followed him out of her office and down the hall.

"So, 'Mione...drinks?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Harry. I really wish I could but I already have plans for tonight. Do you want to meet for lunch tomorrow, or maybe come by mine?"

Harry frowned but nodded in agreement, and Hermione swore she saw a flicker of disappointment. Waving it off, she walked to the lifts and followed Harry in. She tried to pay attention to their conversation but knew she was anxiously bouncing in place.

"You okay, 'Mione? You look anxious."

She glanced up at him and nodded, preoccupied with thoughts of her evening. He opened his mouth to question her further but the doors to the lift opened and she quickly walked out toward the floo. She didn't want to try and explain what she was going to be doing tonight. In her hurry, she turned around and leaned up placing a quick kiss to his cheek before calling out a goodbye and disappearing in green flames.

Hermione stared down at her small dinner, scowling. She was too amped up to eat but she knew she needed to get something into her stomach before leaving. He wouldn't be happy with her if she had neglected to take care of herself. She heaved a sigh and forced herself to finish the meal before she cleaned up and got into the shower.

An hour later, Hermione walked into her bedroom with her hair falling in smooth curls down her back and natural makeup. She picked up the emerald green dress she had chosen for the night and walked to her bathroom mirror. The fifties style dress was just modest enough to leave a little mystery while also flattering her figure and making her feel flirty. She slipped it on and smiled before she slipped on her black heels, grabbed her cloak and headed out the door.

It was cold out; her breath was visible in front of her as she walked from the apparition point toward the Leaky Cauldron. Her chestnut curls bounced under the hood of her cloak with every step, and she wrapped the heavy material around herself a bit tighter.

She had been looking forward to this evening all week long and, as she did every Friday night, she felt butterflies building in her tummy. She picked up her pace a bit, making her way across the pub and through the entrance to Diagon Alley. Getting more excited with every step closer to her destination, she turned the corner to make her way onto Knockturn Alley. The once dark and dangerous place, now home to many new businesses, shops, and restaurants, was a popular spot for the younger generation.

When the unassuming building was in her sight she sighed and felt a smile pull at her lips. She needed this and couldn't wait to get inside as she hurried across the street and through the doors of Nox.

Harry stood in his closet, a towel wrapped around his waist and selected a black suit with a white shirt. Though he would have rather worn something more comfortable after being in his Auror uniform all day, he had been told that this was an upscale establishment.

He stepped out of the closet to get dressed and shook his head, unable to believe that he'd let Draco convince him to go out tonight and to Nox of all places. It wasn't the first invitation he had received to join his friends at the club, but he had declined before out of worry that he would be discovered there.

He wasn't ashamed of his lifestyle. He had been a Dom for four years now, having learned of his need for control while he was away from Britain. He'd taken a year to travel while Hermione had gone back to school and Ron went into business with George. When he had returned home he joined the Auror Academy but had kept this new part of his life private with a few exceptions.

Knowing that Nox had a strict privacy policy eased his mind. He knew that the charmed contracts used would prevent anyone who spotted him there from running off and alerting the media. His concern was what would happen if he ran into someone he knew there, someone who was unaware of this hidden part of himself.

"Fuck it," he said to himself as he finished tying his shoes and put on his coat. He wouldn't hide any longer, it was time to get out there and live his life. It was with that thought that he walked out the door into the night.

He had hoped to convince Hermione to join him, his feelings for the petite witch had grown exponentially in the last few years. His crush in their sixth year was nothing compared to the longing he felt to have her for his own now.

She had always been his friend, the only one that had stood by him through everything and had taken care of him with no questions asked.

She took care of everyone really, and Harry couldn't help but wonder who was taking care of her. He saw how she tried to hide her stress with smiles that didn't reach her eyes. She'd say it was nothing, all while holding the weight of a million problems on her small shoulders.

He had found himself itching to take her home to help her relieve that stress. Would she let him if he tried? He shook his head and smirked at the idea of turning her over his knee as he entered the building. Maybe he could broach the subject tomorrow.

"Hello, gorgeous."

Hermione turned her head and smiled at the blond standing behind her with his chin resting on her shoulder.

"Hey yourself! I didn't realize you would be in tonight!" She kissed his cheek and then picked up her glass of water. She and Draco, along with the rest of the eighth year students, had become close that last year of school, coming together in their shared experiences with the war. They had all talked at length before they decided it was time to let the past stay in the past where it belonged and start fresh.

Draco and Theo had opened Nox together a year after graduation and had been very successful. There weren't many places like it in the wizarding world, and they had been correct in assuming it would be a hotspot for others living the same lifestyle.

"I'm not here to work tonight, princess. I'm having a bit of a boy's night." He sat down beside her and ordered a bottle of firewhiskey.

She bit her lip and looked down at her watch distractedly.

"Oh, well that'll be a good time," she said and brought her attention back to her friend. "You deserve a break. Is Theo in charge tonight?"

Her lip was between her teeth once more and Draco used his thumb to free it before he answered her question.

"Anxious, princess?"

She huffed, frustrated with herself and her current single status, "it's just been a horrid week, Draco. Honestly, I wish now more than ever that I could find a Dom who was looking for a relationship. I'd love nothing more than to have someone to go home to."

"Hey, I know it's hard finding someone who fits with you and into this life, but you'll find him soon. Don't give up."

Hermione wasn't so sure he was right. Draco had convinced her two years ago, after confiding in him about her last breakup, to visit the club. She had opened up to her ex-boyfriend about her desires only to be shot down and called a deviant. She had been visiting Nox since then and still, she hadn't found a man who could give her what she truly needed.

When she had shown up that first night, she spent the first hour sitting at the bar watching the couples in the main room. The main room was set up like a small nightclub: there were tables with plush leather booths and a dancefloor. Music pulsed throughout the room, and she could feel it moving through her body.

Later, Draco had given her a tour of the playrooms upstairs. She saw different dynamics and types of play, but seeing the interactions between Doms and their subs had intrigued her most. She had gone home that night wondering what it would be like to give up all of her tightly held control.

She had researched the different types of relationships and the lifestyle in general, discovering that submitting fully to a Dom appealed to her most. She could admit to herself that she was tired of taking care of everything and everyone, and the idea of allowing someone to take care of her had given her a huge sense of relief.

She wanted someone she could be completely transparent with who would allow her to let go and she could fully trust him to take care of her. A man who would be her anchor, confidant, and protector.

The following week she spent a long time talking to Draco about what she wanted as well as what she needed to do to be sexually submissive. She knew that she would have to learn with her Dom when it came to submitting to him daily, but until she had a full-time partner she would visit Nox to learn about this part of her sexuality.

Draco set her up with an experienced Dom named Ian who said he would be willing to train her, and over several months she had fully embraced her new lifestyle. They had completed her training soon after, confident that she had learned everything he had to teach her and was ready. Since then, she had done scenes with other Doms at Nox but had yet to find someone who shared her desire for a relationship.

"Thank you, Draco," she said letting out a dramatic sigh. "I guess I'll have to settle though since the best Dom has already been taken."

He looked up at her exaggerated pout with a cocky smirk of his own and shrugged. "What can I say, there is only one Draco Malfoy."

He smiled at her burst of laughter, happy to have lightened her mood a bit and kissed her temple before he excused himself to go meet the others.

Hermione stayed at the bar, sipping her water and began to wonder if she would be alone tonight. She finished her drink and looked at her watch for what felt like the hundredth time when she felt a hand brush the side of her neck.

"Hello, sweetheart," a voice purred into her ear.

Hermione felt a shiver go through her body and turned her face to look at the man standing behind her. His hand traveled around to grasp her neck as he bent down for a kiss.

"Come and sit with me. I want you to tell me about your week."

At her nod, he stepped back so she could slide off of the stool and she obediently followed him to a table where she sat on his lap and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

She buried her face against his neck and he chuckled lightly.

"Miss me, Sweetheart?"

"I've had a rough week," she said quietly. "I don't want to go into it because I'll just rant for the rest of the night. I need you, Graham." She pulled back silently pleading for him to take her upstairs right then.

He gripped her chin, tilting her head up so she couldn't look away from his eyes. "Hermione, I will not give you what you want unless you're a good girl. Now, I need to know about your week, so I'm able to plan our night accordingly. Do you understand?"

Graham Montague had walked into Nox six months ago and swept her off her feet. She hadn't seen him since Hogwarts and was pleased to learn that without outside influences, they had a lot in common. He was kind, smart, witty, and had a smile like the Devil.

They had never made any commitment to one another, knowing they weren't right for each other long term, but it became routine for them to meet at Nox on Friday nights. He expected her to tell him about her week and in return, he helped relieve her stress. The former Slytherin knew just what she needed, including discipline, and her smart mouth had led to a few spankings over the last few months.

Hermione bobbed her head and whispered a quiet "yes, Sir," while laying her head back on his shoulder, spilling her frustrations to him while he stroked her back.

Harry walked into Nox and took a deep breath trying to relax. The club was just beginning to get busy and the tables were filling up fast. He scanned the room, looking for a familiar head of platinum blond hair. When he spotted Draco and the rest of his group of friends at a large table in the back and made his way over.

Harry exchanged greetings with Draco, Theo, Neville, and Blaise as he sat down and was immediately brought into a conversation about the latest Quidditch match. A bottle of firewhiskey was placed in front of him and he took a long pull letting it warm him. They sat and talked for a while before Draco cleared his throat and nudged him in the shoulder.

"Well, Potter, what do you think? You ready for the grand tour?"

Harry shrugged and finished his drink before he stood up indicating for Malfoy to lead the way and the two men walked up a set of stairs into a large open room. There were chairs and couches placed around the room along with several large floor cushions. Around the perimeter of the room were twelve private rooms each identified with a large number.

Draco explained that each room was similar to the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts, changing with the inhabitants needs and that everything in the rooms was self-cleaning. He opened the first door to the left and walked inside, Harry following behind him.

"The numbers on the outside of each door glow when the room is in use, and there are medical kits in every room."

Harry nodded and took one last look around before they left the room to go up another flight of stairs.

"Up here are the rooms for couples or groups who are into exhibition and voyeurism."

Harry followed him up the stairs and first noticed the stage at the back of the room. There were two rooms on the left and right sides of this floor, and the front walls of each room were glass.

"As you can see, these rooms also have the kits and supplies and work the same as the ones downstairs." Draco was watching Harry as he took it all in.

Harry was impressed, and he walked around the room to view the various scenes taking place. It was when he looked into the second room, that his mouth dropped open and his eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

He closed his eyes and opened them again to be sure he wasn't seeing things. He felt his heart begin to race and tried to convince himself that there was some other explanation, because that could not be his best friend trussed up behind the glass. Those whimpers couldn't be coming from her mouth because that was not Hermione Granger getting her perfect arse flogged.

Hermione was in complete bliss.

She was positioned on her knees and forearms on top of a Y shaped table. Ropes were carefully wrapped around her ankles, below her knees, forearms, and wrists. She couldn't move if she tried.

"Alright sweetheart, you requested a spanking and I believe that rather than my hand, the flogger is the best choice for tonight," Graham said from behind her.

He walked over and ran a hand from her thigh all the way up her spine making her shiver, and spoke into her ear, "how does that sound?"

She closed her eyes, relishing in the anticipation of what was to come. "That sounds bloody fantastic, Sir."

He chuckled and walked back behind her, flogger in hand. "Safe word?"

"Phoenix, Sir," she replied.

"Good girl, you will count for me. Are you ready?"

She nodded, "yes, Sir."

The first smack landed across both cheeks and Hermione tensed before she sighed, letting the heat wash over her. "One, Sir," she exhaled, ready for the next hit.

WACK! "Mmmmm two, Sir."

He continued over the next few minutes increasing the intensity and alternating sides as he went. The next four smacks coming one right after the other across her tender skin.

"Oh fuck! Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, Sir!"

WACK! "Seventeen Sir."

By the time she had counted to twenty, she was feeling rather like jello. Her arse was on fire and she knew she was soaking wet.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart? Feeling good?"

She gave him a content smile, "mhmm yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"You're welcome, sweetheart," Graham said as he softly rubbed her reddened skin.

He continued to speak filthy words into her ear as his hand trailed down, his fingers lightly grazing her wet folds. She whimpered and tried to push herself closer to his fingers to no avail.

"You're so wet for me sweetheart. Do you want me to fill your swollen cunt?"

She nodded her head quickly, "Yes! Yes, please, Sir! I need you so badly!"

His deep laugh rumbled through his chest at her eagerness and slid two fingers into her core, slowly torturing her as his fingers rubbed her sweet spot. "Like this? With my fingers?" He asked.

"Oh, Merlin yes, please Sir, harder...faster!"

He obliged, pushing into her just the way she wanted him to and she could feel herself getting closer to ecstasy.

"Oh my god, Graham! Sir! Ah! May I come? Please...PLEASE, SIR!"

He smiled wickedly, he loved to hear her beg but granted her request this time. "You're so pretty when you beg, come for me, sweetheart."

Her entire body tensed up and she screamed, letting her head fall to the table as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

Just as her orgasm had subsided, she felt him line his cock up with her entrance and slam into her.

He pounded into her hard and fast, gripping her hips roughly while she screamed and begged for more.

Her eyes rolled back as she felt herself getting close again. "Oh! I'm going to come again!"

He reached forward and wrapped her hair around his fist, pulling her head up and arching her back.

"Oh, please Sir! I need to come!" She frantically yelled.

"You better come again, sweetheart," he growled. "Come all over my cock, right now," he commanded and with a scream, he felt her walls tighten around him and drag him into bliss with her.

After a moment, he released her hair and smoothed his hands over her back while they caught their breath. With a final kiss between her shoulder blades, he stood and walked over to the counter to get his wand to clean them both up. He tucked himself back into his trousers and began to remove the ropes from Hermione's arms and legs.

When she was free, he lifted her off of the table and carried her to a chair. He wrapped a blanket around her, making sure she was warm and sat down with her curled in his lap.

"How was that, love? Feeling better?" He asked.

Hermione rubbed her face in his chest and hummed. She felt like a jellyfish, all of the previous tension had melted away and she snuggled in closer, as he rubbed her arms and legs, his touch lulling her to sleep.

"Are you seeing this?" Harry slowly tore his eyes away from the scene in front of him to look at his friend.

"Draco...is that? Is...What the fuck?"

Draco laughed at the perplexed man next to him. "Is that your best friend getting shagged six ways from Sunday?"

Harry didn't answer and continued to look at him with raised eyebrows.

"Yes Harry, that is Hermione. She's been coming here for two years. You really didn't know?"

Harry turned back to the room, the witch in question looked to be enjoying an earth-shattering orgasm, and he shook his head in answer to Draco's question.

Draco was shocked, not realizing he would be outing Hermione by bringing Harry up here. He had thought they knew of each other's preferences.

"Wow, Potter, I really thought the two of you knew about each other. I'm sorry mate if I'd have known I would have waited to show you around. Hermione is here every Friday night."

Harry watched as the man in the room, who he recognized as Montague, took care of his best friend. He removed her from the table and held her close while he rubbed feeling back into her limbs.

His eyebrows drew together, "are they together?"

"Hermione and Graham? Not officially, no. They meet here on Fridays, he said she's usually pretty wound up after the work week. He helps relieve her tension."

Draco lifted an eyebrow and looked into the room at the couple in question. He could see the jealousy clearly on Potter's face and thought it best to distract him.

"Let's head back down, I think we have time for another round."

Harry glanced back at his best friend who was now sound asleep before turning to follow Draco down the stairs without a word. He wasn't angry, after all, he had kept this part of his life private as well. He was mostly angry at the lost time. He could have been the one in there with her, taking care of her needs and showing her how much he truly cared.

Snapping fingers brought him out of his thoughts, and he saw Theo standing in front of him looking a little concerned.

"You alright there, Harry?"

Harry shook his head a little "Yeah, I'm fine."

"He just learned that our little princess likes to have her arse reddened," Draco laughed.

Theo's eyes widened, "you didn't know Hermione was a sub?"

Harry shook his head again and started picking the paper off of his bottle.

"Wow mate, you know that makes sense now though," Neville stated with understanding.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Well you know, it explains why you and Hermione haven't gotten together yet. I mean it's obvious to everyone that you two want each other. I wondered why you hadn't made any moves on her, but I see it now. You didn't think she'd be open to you being a Dom. I mean, finding out she was a sub was a shock to all of us based on her personality, but I suppose being in control of every aspect of your life would get tiring."

Harry's mouth opened and closed like a fish and his friends all burst into laughter.

"No, it's true though, you two constantly dance around each other. You need to tell her, mate." Blaise said.

Harry rubbed his eyes, "I don't know."

Draco shook his head at his stubborn friend. "Look, Harry, she's ok coming here and letting Graham take care of her, but she's looking for something that Graham can't provide for her," Draco stressed and hoped his point came across. Knowing Harry was a caregiver and could be considered a Daddy to certain subs, including Hermione, made him eager to push things along. They both unknowingly wanted what the other could provide.

Harry surveyed the faces of his friends and saw that they all agreed. He finished his drink and stood up.

"I'd better be off, I have a lot to think over and 'Mione wants to meet for lunch tomorrow."

They said their goodbyes and Harry walked out feeling hopeful but terrified. He didn't want to do anything to hurt their friendship but he couldn't deny that he'd wished it was him in that room with her tonight.