Making contact

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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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Her mind soaked all the information and sensory feelings quickly. And Hermione understood why Draco enjoyed using a little 'fun' magic while with a romantic partner. The sensation of both of their aroused stated made her feel like she was floating. Too long had she wondered how he felt about her, and now she had her answer.

She had his lips on her lips. His hands in her hair. And hearing that moan echoed from both sides of reality and in the mindscape made it feel even more real.

"I could get lost in you..."

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"Likewise." He smiled against her lips. "And I'm barely holding on to the legilimancy as it is." He smirked. "Do your clothes matter? Because good as you look and feel in them you'd feel much better out of them." He pinched her nipple firmly, thinking that's how she liked it, and whimpered at the effect. "Damn, I always forget..."

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"As much as I have faith in your privacy runes, I would still be a little hesitant to lose my clothing here." Hermione points out.

She gasped at the sensation of her nipple being pinched. And then caught her breath, when he felt the sensation himself. Hearing Draco whimper was very alluring.

She was very tempted to fall deeper into this moment. But one of her concerns still whispered at her mind. She had desired him for so long. She didn't want this to be a one-off thing. "And besides, I still like the idea of truth and dare."

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Draco's voice was low. "So you want a truth from me now? Do you know how to hold the legilimancy link? And if not I'm going to teach you, but not right now."

He let that hang for a second. "If we follow that last truth with you begging for your wand back I can hold it, breathtakingly sexy as you are. If we follow it with you taking 'revenge' starting with a full body bind in the library I might be able to hold it, but I doubt it. And if we follow up here having reminded me just how much more sensitive a girl's body is than a boy's by polyjuicing me and then turning some of my favourite kinky spells on me, not a chance in hell. But it would show you some of what you are in for."

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"I never got the hang of Legilimancy." Hermione notes softly. She is not ashamed of it. She just wears her emotions on her sleeves too much. And it would be difficult for her to observe another person's mind, without getting emotionally attached.

He could feel her inner doubts calming slightly as he started to describe some of the many things that he wanted to try with her. It gave her hope that this was more than a one-time thing for him too.

"Draco... for too long I have ached to lose myself to your control. Your touch. To beg you for every sensation. Every kiss. Every caress."

"You would be the only one I could trust with that loss of control right now."

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And then he groaned as he drew her into his fantasy, set shortly after the library incident. They were in some version of the Room of Requirement, Hermione naked, dripping wet, and eyes flashing the sort of defiance that's just asking to be crushed while Draco sat in a leather armchair, twirling her wand between his fingers.

"So you want this piece of wood back, Granger. And don't want to tell anyone how I got it. Or perhaps you want a repeat?" He smiled wickedly. "My price is half an hour of your time during which you obey me willingly. I've a few spells I want to test and you'll make a wonderful test subject. No unforgivables, nothing that would send you to Madam Pomfrey, they won't hurt, and there will be no aftereffects. I'll let you go with your wand and clothes unless you beg me to keep you longer than that."

He smirked at her. "Some versions of this end up with you signing a contract or even making an Unbreakable Vow."

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Hermione let his fantasy play out in his mind. It was a very Slytherin kind of fantasy, in a fashion. And she could guess why he enjoyed the fantasy.

"I doubt I could make an in Unbreakable Vow in regards to a sexual fantasy." She has seen how bad some Unbreakable Vows could get. And she is a lot more careful.

"But that doesn't mean that I wouldn't find a way to please you. To be obeying, but for you to know that the Lion is never quite tamed."

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"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."

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Hermione already felt like she was on the edge, and the imagery that Draco presented her had her trembling with excitement.

The imaginary of him calling her pet made her moist with desire.

And just the knowledge that he saw her as this beautiful, sexy, and intelligent woman had her feeling like he already had that control over her.

She pictured herself slowly kissing up his legs. Tantalizing her tongue over his clothing, when they both knew it would feel better if he was undressed. For as much it thriller her to have him live in her fantasies, haunting her every dream, Hermione wanted her memory to be etched on his mind.

"You certainly know how to press those buttons."

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Draco groaned as she joined in the fantasy, the link shuddering slightly. "And you've certainly got a lovely set of buttons to press, pet. Ones I want to spend weeks exploring. Ones that make me want to take you back not to my town house and research lab but to a secluded island I own." He slid his hand between her legs, pressing against her jeans and through them her clit and slit as he lowered his mouth to hers, again shuddering as he felt the impact of his actions on her.

The kiss was deep but brief and when he broke it he was touching the hollow of her throat with the tip of his wand. "May I?" He was clearly asking for permission to cast a spell on her but wasn't letting her see what it was, partly for the surprise and partly because he was skimming her mind and wanted to see what it would come up with.

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"Weeks?" Hermione smiled. She liked the sound of that. She truly wanted to spend time with Draco and getting to know him on a more personal level. It didn't matter if that included time in the research lab, or in the library, or just holding each other.

She desired knowing him on a sexual level, but for her, there was more than that desire.

And when he leaned into kiss her, his hand between her legs, Hermione felt herself arch to him in response. He had such an effect on her.

That was why there was no fear or uncertainty when he had his wand at her throat. She nodded, not sure what he wanted to cast, and there were too many options to come up with a clear thought in her head. The main sensation there was excitement.

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Draco smiled, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before casting what was after all not so much a complex spell as a complex string of spells that worked together.

She'd feel a warm and almost tangible band of energy appear round her throat, her waist, each wrist, each ankle, her biceps, and her thighs, and energy covering her mound, her lips, and her breasts and nipples - and she'd know she was hypersensitive under each of them.

He slid the fingers of his left hand into her mouth, which opened at the touch and made her lips tingle. "I could use this spell to turn you into a sex-slave, Hermione." His tone was dark and lust-laced. "Those bands will numb your hands if you so much as touch a wand, and if I press them against anything they will stick. You can't cum, and can't even prevent me putting whatever I like in your mouth or sealing your lips together."

His eyes were a lot less certain than his tone, slightly worried he'd gone too far, and he slid his fingers out of her mouth to let her talk. Almost needing reassurance that he was doing the right thing and he'd read her properly.

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There was uncertainty in her reaction to his explanation. Hermione waited to process her thoughts and emotions before responding to Drago, since she could feel that he was worried that he had gone too far.

"I would not want you thinking that the only way to please me is to make me a slave to your whims. And I do have concerns with that term itself." Hermione explained softly. He knew better than some how passionate she was about someone having their free will.

"It is not like I would deny perhaps one night, you could use those spells on me. But I would insist on having a safe word, so I could still have some control. And I would be very uneasy about being denied using magic. About being denied my wand."

Hermione tilted her head, hoping that she was making sense. "I want to explore my sexual side with you Draco. But while I am comfortable with a little submission to you... I think that going completely off the deep end would not be up my alley."

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Draco nodded and some tension seemed to drain out of him. "Good." He tapped the back of her hand with his wand, causing a very brief numbness that faded almost instantly; being able to short that part of the spell by touching the back of her hand was a good idea. "I've cast that spell on three people before today. One it terrified. One thought it was nowhere near controlling enough, which terrified me. And the third was me because I don't use spells on people that I can't stand being used on me." His tone turned wry and dark. "Of course I've had the Cruciatus from a range of experts."

He brightened up although it was visibly deliberate. "And what sort of safe word do you want? Of course most of the spells I want to cast on you are set up that a near-squib could cancel them with a wandless finite." He didn't mention that that spell in specific had a less pleasurable version that he'd hoped might hold Aunt Bella, and that wasn't designed to break.

Of course he hadn't released the spell on her; he wondered if she was going to or whether she'd leave it.

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Her mood saddens slightly when he mentions the Cruciatus curse. She had always assumed that he had other Dark Wizards casting that spell on him. It doesn't set well to have that assumption confirmed.

"Depends on the setting. I usually go with a Scientific Term, or other Latin word, that would definitely be out-of-place in a sexual scenario." She doesn't use the same word twice. It is a way of challenging her mind to learn new words.

The unmentioned part of the spell seems to try to alert itself in Hermione's mind. She wondered what he had been thinking that didn't translate properly.

"Finite..." She cast the spell, just to reassure herself that she could release the spell.

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Draco laughed. "That's so you. Although safe words are meant to be memorable." His smile was wry. "How often have you had to use them?"

And he'd been telling the truth about the spell being designed to break easily to a finite although she'd feel a slight chill on all the areas it had covered as it ended. But he waited to see her reaction.

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Hermione shivered slightly, allowing the chill to be completely experienced. She just let the sensation course over her body and savored it.

"Not often. I have only been with one other wizard who I trusted enough to let go. And we didn't have a lot of time together."

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Draco shrugged. "I've technically a lot more experience than that. But much of it's been under polyjuice to avoid people recognising me. That I had a Dark Mark brings two types of people out of the woodwork and I'm not a fan of either."

He was of course referring to people who wanted the former Death Eater to torture them under relatively safe conditions, and people who wanted payback on the former Death Eater because he was a former Death Eater. Neither was anything he wanted to do with.

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Hermione readjusts her hands, so she could run her fingers up his arm -- the one that had the Dark Mark on it. She knows how it feels to be 'branded' for life. The mudblood scar that his aunt Bella carved into her skin would remain a reminder of how some people viewed her. Most of the time, she used a glamor to hide the word away.

"I want you, as you, Draco."

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Draco's eyes softened at that and it clearly hit home even if his words turned it with self-deprecation with a touch of underlying self-condemnation. "And if I knew who I was... It used to be so much easier even if it was worse."

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She continued to stroke her fingers lightly on his skin.

"I feel a little lost myself, quite honestly. And am still trying to figure out who I am."

Hermione looked up at him. Their mental link displayed an image of her and him, just laying in bed, holding each other, and just sharing their day. Sharing concerns. Sharing joys. Sharing their lives.

"Maybe we can help each other." And she leaned in again, to place another kiss on his lips. This one a little more tender.

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Draco smiled as he kissed her back, slipping into the mental image and keeping the kiss tender, and just tweaking it with more affectionate physical contact. It was easy to miss but he and Pansy had always been more physically affectionate than the golden trio were (and it had frankly been a healthier relationship than any of them had ever had).

I hope so. Although your friends might go bonkers.

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Hermione enjoyed the more affectionate physical contact. And smiled against his lips. She liked staying this close to him. Being comfortable to be open with him.

My friends don't tell me who I can date.

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And Draco did too, holding her and kissing her gently again.

*Good. And I owe Astoria twenty galleons. *On a silly bet they had where Astoria had said that at some point he'd find some way to date Hermione, to which Draco at the time had just protested that bit too strongly. *Greg's terrified of you by the way. And a lot less angry with everyone now he knows dyslexia is a thing. *

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Hermione snuggled closer to Draco. She returned the kiss, then rested her head against his shoulder. Her fingers caressed up and down his body, just enjoying the closeness.

"You made a bet about me?" She chuckled. Amused that Draco had also lost that bet.