"A tamed lion wouldn't be half as much fun." Draco smiled as in the fantasy she dropped to her knees, still glaring, and swearing it was only for her wand. And then his first spell prevented her from reaching orgasm while his next, cast wordlessly, made every breath she took feel as if she was being gently penetrated.

"Now you're starting to get it." The fantasy Hermione's eyes had widened. "No one else is going to treat you like this. As incredibly sexy and well worth claiming rather than a brain in a jar. And the thing that's going to be worst of all, pet, is that when I let you leave the room I'll live in your fantasies. And the thought of me doing what I'm going to to you again will make you ache to come back for more."