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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Draco raised one eyebrow. "Do you really want me to answer that? Because I'm one of the people it's not a surprise for, especially with the way I was making you blush earlier. But I've never thought you were anything other than curious and passionate."

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Hermione has to laugh softly. Draco either must have no idea how sexy he looked, when he did that eyebrow trick. Or he does... and is just using it to prove a point.

"You are more than welcome to make me blush anytime." Hermione picks up her butterbeer. Taking a sip, letting the foam decorate her lips for a moment.

"If we are being honest here, I only have been with one wizard who was daring enough to explore my curiosities and passions. And who knew a few 'fun' spells, himself."

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And his eyes caught on her lips for just a second before he lowered his voice, knowing exactly what he was doing but still barely repressing the jolt that action sent through him. "You, Hermione, are making me very curious right now. Both as to what your curiosities are, and what you'd look like bound, unleashed, or both."

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Hermione blushed again. And she felt warm at his words.

"I am sort of like your little project here, Draco. You have to push the right buttons to find out the answers to your questions."

Her whole body felt a little flushed to be flirting with him.

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Draco just smirked at that. "You know that the privacy screen here is solid." And another eyebrow raise as he'd been watching and listening to her. "Anything we do here won't be seen or heard by anyone else unless the waitress walks in on us." Which she wouldn't, but he wasn't going to tell Hermione that. "Or we could take or even leave our meals and I could apparate us to my town house."

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"I have confidence in your privacy screen."

That wasn't the point. Hermione tilts her head slightly. "Will it be a fair exchange of curiosities, Draco? Will you be willing to tell me something you desire, for each desire I might tell you?"

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"Of course." Draco smiled. "There are several ways of doing this. Truth for truth, question for question, or via legilimency if you trust me that far. Each of us taking it in turns to set a scene and both of us seeing it from both sides. And trust me. That's gratifying to the ego."

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"I have never imagined myself playing truth and dare with Draco Malfoy." Hermione laughed, to calm her nerves slightly. She couldn't read him, as good as he seemed to read her. And felt sort of a little foolish.

"And yes. I do trust you Draco."

She remembers how pale and upset his eyes had been, when she had been tortured at the Malfoy Manor by his now deceased aunt. She knows that he had been trapped in a worse situation that she had been.

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Draco smiled. "So let's see what you are thinking of, Hermione." With that his gaze met hers and he pushed gently. Not enough that she couldn't block him if she wanted to, but enough to push in if she let him. "Let's see what the first fantasy you want to share is." And he was almost certainly going to use it and slip into it, adding details to her fantasy.

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Hermione had been trained in Occlumency that if she had felt threatened, that she could block the gently push easily.

But she lets him into her thoughts. Her mind. And the fantasy that comes to mind first is one that she had while at Hogwarts. One that still keeps her up at night, wondering 'what if'.

The images in her mind start with a familiar scene. Him and her arguing over a library book, that she had checked out, and that he had wanted. And the sensation of how heated the argument was had fueled Hermione's desires in an unexpected way.

The fantasy moves to change from reality, to what she had desired. A sudden movement of Draco pushing her up against the wall. Kissing her with heated want and desire. Running his hand up her thigh, underneath her skirt. One hand keeping her hands up above her head, as he sucked at her neck.

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"You know, I had similar thoughts after that." Draco's voice was amused and lust-laden as he slipped into his vision of her.

He nipped at her throat and ground his hips against hers so she could feel emphatically how turned on he was. A twist of his wrist and her panties tore away in the shared fantasy and, pocketing them, he drew slightly back, looking in her eyes in the fantasy just checking that she wanted this to continue, both then and now.

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"And did you go to bed that night with thoughts of me on your mind?" She asked, a little curious. Hearing his lust-laden voice sent shivers up her spine.

He can sense a thrill course through her body at the nipping at her throat. And how awed she is of how he steals her panties. The most important moment in the shared fantasy is when he pauses for consent.

And she answers with a nod of her head, and a soft plead of her voice. "Please Malfoy..."

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Draco snorted, knowing that with their minds connected he couldn't lie to her. "I was so exhausted back then that I was out the second my head hit the pillow."

He growled, and his whole body twitched at her words. "Begging for me? That sounds amazing coming from you." But instead of giving her what she wanted for now he just gestured - and vanished the rest of her clothes other than her wand which he pocketed.

He smirked at her as he slid his leg between her thighs and hand over her breast. "Remember. This is a library and we need to keep quiet or we may get caught, and I'm not above leaving you here and making my escape if someone comes." And he brought his mouth down on hers, his fully clothed body pressing against her naked one.

She could see from his mind that the threat was almost empty to leave her there when someone came, but depending how she reacted it was not outside the bounds of possibility that he'd not bring back her clothes so she'd have to sneak back in to Gryffindor Tower.

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And she had an always alert mind. And it would not be a secret to him anymore, that he was on her mind when she went back to her room. And touched herself, thinking of him.

She gasped sharply when he vanished the rest of her clothes. She laughed, wrapping one leg around his waist, as he reminded her that they could get caught at any moment. That was part of the appeal, really.

"And here I thought you wanted to hear me beg further, Malfoy." She smirked right before he captured his lips with his.

He still had her hands pinned, so she could not run her hands down his body as she desired. But the desire of being under his control was stronger.

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He smirked against her lips using a simple spell to trap her hands against the book case so he could use both of his to tease her, sliding the now free one down her arms and to her breasts before pinching a nipple experimentally.

He broke the kiss with a smirk. "Oh, I do. You just have to do it quietly." A roll of his hips into her reminding her how hard he was, and pressing clothes into her.

His voice was low and husky in the real world. "It's getting hard to see how much you want to be under my control without taking that control." He reached out to encircle her wrist with his hand for a makeshift handcuff and let her see him visualise her on her knees wearing nothing but collar, cuffs, and ballet boots - and looking as drop-dead gorgeous as he found her to the point she might barely recognise herself.

"But if you want to be taken the way you do does that mean you want to belong to me, to sometimes let go in the bedroom, or sometimes let go and sometimes put me on my knees?"

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It was almost too easy to get caught up with the fantasy. Hermione could feel her body arch in the booth, where they sat. The sensation of handcuffs on her actual hands brought her back to reality for a moment.

And she had to catch her breath at the visuals he was giving her.

She lifted her arms, and placed them over his shoulders. And smiled a little wickedly. "I can easily let go either way Draco. I can give up control. I can also take control."

Instead of playing out a fantasy in her head, she leaned in to kiss him for real.

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Draco's breath caught at that wicked smile and he shuddered slightly before kissing her back and keeping just a fraction of his mind back to keep the mental link open as he returned the kiss, standing, and walking round the table towards her.

Just a fraction was enough to keep the feedback loop, having them feel the kiss from both sides and each feel how aroused the other was. The sensation of tongues sliding over and under tongues, of lips on lips, of one of his hands burying itself in her hair and tugging - while feeling the tug on her hair as if it was his own. And even if he'd tried he was unable to prevent himself moaning into her mouth, which they'd both feel from both sides.

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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."