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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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?"

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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.

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

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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.

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"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.

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"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."

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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?"

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"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."

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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."

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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.

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

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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.

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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."

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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."

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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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Draco smirked cockily as he pinched her nipples again. "Maybe you could." His tone turned wry. "It would at least be less politically sensitive than a Death Eater torturing one of the Golden Trio."

If they hadn't had that link those last words would have been perfectly pitched as just a joke - but from inside his mind she could see that for all he could tell how much he enjoyed what he was doing to her there was a sliver of guilt there even if his conscious mind knew it was ridiculous. Also she might see bits of forced self image in his mind that Malfoys didn't show weakness or lower themselves, which was part of what the polyjuice was about.

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"All is fair is sexual curiosities, but I don't consider this torture. Not would ever desire a torture scenario that goes beyond my own safety net."

Hermione was panting slightly. Still keeping the conversation, even though she arched her body against at his pinching.

"And I don't consider myself weak by being submissive in the bedroom." She addressed his concerns. "It takes a lot of strength of character to let yourself go in that way."

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Draco nodded and slid one hand up to her neck to squeeze gently, seeing if she'd enjoy him experimenting a little with breath play.

"Strength of character or being a pillow queen." His tone was amused and clearly not referring to her. And deflecting; his mind agreed everything she was saying was true, he knew at an intellectual level it was true and that he could recognise it applied to anyone except himself.

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A flash of terror echoed in Hermione's mind. The memories of her torture under Bellatrix immediately came to her mind, when his hand squeezed at her neck. Hermione could only remember struggling for breath under Bellatrix's weight.

And she pushed his hand away. Moving off him at that same moment.

"Don't. I don't enjoy that."

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Draco moved his hand back almost as if burned as soon as he felt her flash of terror. "I won't. And sorry." It would be unlikely he'd repeat that mistake, but he hadn't known it would be a mistake before he did it.

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She kneels on the edge of the bed, to calm her mind. In the past, she would have reacted in anger. Put up her walls.

But with Draco, she maintains the mental link.

She can sense that he didn't know it would bother her.

"There are some things that only invoke that memory Draco. That I would never find pleasure from. Breath play. Blood play. Curse play."

"I should have mentioned that."