dragons_can_learn | Making contact

Making contact

Draco stared at the fourth draft of his letter, the previous three having been incinerated (one by fiendfyre), and realised that although he wasn't happy with it it wasn't going to get better whatever he did so he might as well send it. The worst she'd do would be send a howler, or a more creative curse back.

Hermione,

I know I'm the last person you expect to hear from, but in my entire time in Hogwarts there is only one witch I consider my intellectual superior even if she did have the misfortune to choose friends she couldn't even bounce ideas off. In my attempts to reverse engineer various enchanted artifacts and create my own I'm afraid I have run into something I need a second opinion on, but that could lead to a wizarding version of the internet, and even potentially being able to connect the two via a heavily modified protean charm (a spell I am aware you've used).

If you are interested any owl you send will be welcome at Malfoy Manor and I will entirely understand if you want to meet in a neutral place or even on your own territory, and you are welcome to bring a bodyguard although I would request anyone except Ron or George Weasley.

Regards,

Draco Malfoy

It was now or never, so he rolled the note up, attached it to the leg of his owl, and sent it to find Hermione Granger wherever she was.

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Sensing his worries, Hermione allowed some of her more 'romantic' thoughts to become expressed. Him and her at a quiet bonding ceremony, where their closest friends watch them become man and wife. Him catering to her silly demands, as she waddled around pregnant with his children. Them sending their children off to school, often when she has this fantasy the children are twins. A girl with hair as pale as white, and those soft silvery-blue eyes. A boy with the wild curls of his mother, and a stubborn look in his hazel eyes.

Hermione felt herself shiver at his growled voice. Another fantasy, of how even when their children were old enough to graduate from Hogwarts, how their love and passion was still strong. Draco teasing his fingers over his skin, as she tried to squirm and pay attention to the graduation ceremony. His voice growling elicit promises of wanting her, only stopping for a brief moment to show his pride at the accomplishments of his children.

Moving into the bedroom, Hermione smiled. "Good."

She was nervous. This moment was something she had ached for so long. And she needed him to take control. Lead her.

And Draco could lead - in this case leading her back towards his four poster king sized bed, immaculately made, kissing her, and lowering her onto her back. "No shoes on the bed, 'Mione. Or you get punished." He was kicking his own shoes off as he spoke - but that was an invitation for her to signal even as he stole another quick kiss.

Her heart was racing by the time he was lowering her onto the bed. She smirked slightly. "And what sort of punishment would I deserve?"

But she does remove her shoes. Since she wore heels, it was not as simple a just kicking them off. She made it almost a show.

"Oh, I think that stripping naked would qualify for your punishment." Draco smiled, teasing, and very slightly pushing. Knowing she was enjoying the teasing, and looking forward to seeing her actually naked.

"Alright. Would you prefer a slow teasing show? Or something quick and to the point?" Hermione asked.

"That's up to you." Draco smiled. "I'd enjoy seeing what sort of show you put on, but I also want you over here."

Hermione moved, until she could position herself right in front of Draco, practically sitting in his lap. "I think I can do both."

She starts slowly, unbuttoning her leather jacket, and letting it fall to the ground. Then she slowly inched her shirt up and over her head, until it too was dropped to the floor. Hermione was not wearing a bra. Since she was an average A cup, her tits were small and bouncy, without the need of support. There is a nearly invisible scar right at her collarbone (that was one of the many reminders of her torture).

Hermione arched up her hips, letting Draco study her body, as she slowly unfastened her pants, slowly lowering them off her hips, and then sliding it off her body. She was wearing a pair of rose red panties.

Once her pants were off, it only took a moment to rid herself of her stockings next. Hermione paused for a moment, sitting there with only her panties on. "Would you like to remove the last piece?"

Draco's eyes darkened as he watched her with rapt attention, visibly hardening as she teased. And when he spoke his voice was a lustful growl. "Do they matter?" The subtext through the link was clear; he wanted to tear them off her.

"They have no sentimental value." Hermione can always go out and purchase a new pair.

Draco's smirk was wicked, and with the mental link Hermione would probably catch the very minor flash of magic as he tore them right off her, shredding them in the process. "I'll buy you a replacement." He then sent an image of herself to her in black and green sheer panties; the colours were of course Malfoy colours.

"Oh I will wear your choice in underwear... if you wear mine." She pictures him in a pair of red and gold boxers. Her House colors.

"Touche." Draco laughed as he slid his hand between her legs, feeling the wetness. "That assumes I wear any. But I pictured you in black and green not green and silver." And there was an image of Hermione bound in the Slytherin common room, bound in silver and green ribbons. Only Draco was there for now but there was a hint of getting caught."

She arched to her touch. But still put her hands on her hips when he tried to point out what colors he had chosen. "I know you pictured me in black and green."

Hermione shivered at the image of her bound in the Slytherin common room.

"But I really don't have a family line that has it own colors, now do I?"

"I'm not very good at sharing." Draco frowned as he added to the image. Someone walking in to the common room and sitting on the couch - just not noticing two of them. "And I'll gladly wear colours that are you. But not those of bully house even if Dumbledore and Riddle may as well have confundused the Sorting Hat."

Hermione nods slightly to his comment about sharing. She has a few fantasies where someone else watches their interactions, but that is her slight voyeurism at play. She has no inclinations to share Draco either.

"I do prefer scarlet as a color. Those bright reds depict my passion accurately. And my second preference would be blue." She touches his chin. "That deep silvery blue of a certain Slytherin who long ago captured my heart, and never knew it."

Draco would be more than happy to flaunt her in front of people - but that was very different from sharing her with anyone. He smiled at her words, amazed. "But I was terrible to you when we were younger." And then kissed her lightly.

"I guess I have a thing for bad boys." Hermione teases him lightly, before returning the kiss.

The kiss continued for a few seconds before he broke it, needing air even as his hand slid over her now bare breast and he pinched her nipple between thumb and top joint of his forefinger. "With your fantasies I'm not surprised." Another kiss, this one deeper, and as he kissed her he let go of her nipple and scratched with his nails down her side.

She started slightly at the pinching of her nipple. And let herself get lost in his kisses. Her body arching of the sensation of his nails going down her side.

"Sometimes, people expect me to be this 'goody-goody' that only has vanilla interests when it comes to sex."

And Draco looked slightly confused. "You're far too smart for that." He was exploring her bare side and stomach with his hand, mixing soft fingertip caresses with soft nails, hard nails. and digging fingers in briefly to her breasts. Seeing what worked and what didn't; the more she responded the more likely he was to do it again. "Smart enough to be kinky as sin and you've been forced to be hard enough that you love to take off the burden of being in control and submit."

His opinion of her made her shiver in excitement. His words... his voice... added to how he was exploring her body, felt very good. The mixture of soft and then hard was very good, from her soft moans that escaped her lips. The soft made her long for his touch, while the hard was just enough pain to give her delight. And she definitely enjoyed him manhandling her breasts.

"How is it that you are able to see that, when everyone else doesn't?" Her eyes felt wet.

Draco kissed her gently, keeping up his teasing mix and trying to keep it mixed enough that she could never anticipate what was going to happen next. "Because I know a diamond when I see one. And you're not that different from me that way. I love having you here like this, naked and being toyed with." And just to mix things up further he slapped her mound. "But I also know both what it's like to want to not be the one in control and responsible, and to want someone to direct you and make things simple just for a little while." And with that slap he expanded where his hand was going to include between her legs.

Her whole body felt like it was alive with energy and excitement. She wouldn't be surprised if she radiated with sexual desire right now.

It was a combination of hearing Draco say all the things she had always wanted him to say. And his teasing touch on her skin.

Hermione gasped loudly at the sensation of the slap against her mound. Again that fantasy of being spanked by him, until her ass was red and sore, filled the mental link.

She parted her legs slightly, as his hand started to move to explore more areas of her body. "And you have been able to find that someone who can take that control?"

And if she was going to spread herself for him like that he was briefly going to slip one finger into her. "Not who I'd both trust and actually enjoyed it." He shrugged and pinched her nipple. "Pansy and I could make things work to please each other but her instincts and fantasies are all vanilla."

Hermione gasped when that finger slipped into her. Since it had been a few years since her last sexual encounter, she would still be tight. And instinctively she rode that finger, wanting the sensation to last.

And she gave a soft whimper at how he pinched her nipples.

"Maybe I could help you with that." The lingering thought of if you trust me was echoed in the mental link.

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