Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2009-10-08 09:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp fic draco/harry/hermione |
HP fic: Three Is a Magic Number [Draco/Harry/Hermione, adult]
Title: Three Is a Magic Number
Author: celandineb
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Hermione/OCs, Hermione/Draco, Hermione/Draco/Harry
Rating: adult
Length: 23,543 words (posted in three parts) (6955 this part)
Warnings: BDSM, polyamory, EWE
Summary: Hermione never expected to become a domme, and she certainly never expected it to lead her down this path in life.
Note: Written for the hermionebigbang in 2009. This was inspired by several drabbles and ficlets that I wrote for inell. Many, many thanks to snegurochka_lee for beta-ing; her suggestions have (I hope) much improved the story, and any remaining errors and infelicities are entirely my own responsibility.
When the Sunday in question arrived, she found herself pacing in a welter of nerves before Draco arrived at her flat to Apparate them together to his parents' house.
Neither the senior Malfoys nor Hermione made any allusion to the previous time that Hermione had been on the premises. It was all very civilised, in fact, except for the way that Draco's parents kept telegraphing their astonishment to each other and to their son whenever they thought Hermione wasn't looking.
"I understand you work at the Ministry?" said Narcissa Malfoy. She gestured, which confused Hermione for a moment until a house-elf appeared to hand around a tray of canapes.
She ignored the house-elf – resolving to have a word with Draco about that later – and said, "Yes, in the Department for Magical Law Enforcement ."
"How very exciting that must be. I never worked myself; I've never needed to." Narcissa's smile didn't quite reach her eyes.
"I quite enjoy it, actually. I feel that I'm doing something meaningful with my life there," said Hermione as politely as she could.
"I must confess that I was somewhat surprised when Draco told us that he wanted us to meet you, dear," Narcissa said, the endearment ringing falsely. "Where did the two of you meet?"
Hermione suppressed a mad desire to say, "He came to a Muggle library and asked me to beat him," just to see the look on Narcissa's face, and instead replied, "At school, of course."
Narcissa's smile was so brittle that it looked as though her face might crack. "Of course, but I meant more recently."
"We have some similar interests." Hermione flicked a glance at Draco, who was making what appeared to be equally strained conversation with his father. "Films. Books. Politics. That sort of thing. It's been quite a gradual development, from having mutual interests to being mutually interested, if you see what I mean."
"Certainly," Narcissa professed, although she remained plainly confused as to what her son could possibly have in common with Hermione Granger. "Draco, darling, you didn't tell us that your Hermione was interested in politics."
Draco raised his eyebrows at Hermione, who gave him a tiny shrug, as if to say, "What could I do?"
"We both want to see the wizarding world survive and thrive, Mother," he said. "Since she works in the Ministry, Hermione has a good sense for what's going on. You know how people talk in the canteen, Father."
Lucius inclined his head. "Yes, although such gossip is frequently inaccurate."
"Do you find it so?" asked Hermione in her sweetest voice. "I think that depends on the person to whom you're talking. Some people are more trustworthy than others."
Draco coughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Lucius glared at Hermione.
"You have a very high opinion of yourself, young lady."
"Not higher than her abilities warrant," said Draco, which effectively cut off that line of conversation, as none of the three Malfoys appeared to be willing to quarrel too openly.
After a pause that stretched rather awkwardly, Narcissa remarked upon the unseasonably warm weather, and for the rest of the visit, all was at least superficially amiable.
"Goodness," said Hermione when they were back in Draco's flat, where she planned to spend the night. She stretched, putting her hands against the small of her back and bending backwards to stretch her muscles. "That was a delightful afternoon. I'm sorry," she added when Draco frowned. "I know you love your family, but you must admit they didn't exactly greet me with open arms."
"I know," Draco admitted with a sigh. He came up behind Hermione and began to massage her neck and shoulders. "They've accepted that it's expedient to change their ways, but I can't say that they've changed their underlying attitudes very much. Hermione."
"Hm? Don't stop, that feels lovely."
Despite her injunction, Draco's hands stilled, and he turned her around to face him.
"I know that you've wanted to keep what we do at Brands separate from the rest of our lives, but please, I need it badly tonight." He shoved back a lock of hair that had fallen into his eyes and gazed at her beseechingly. "As a special favour, please. I want you to beat me."
Hermione hesitated. She was still somewhat annoyed by how the visit with Draco's parents had gone, although she had hardly expected anything very different, and was concerned that if she acquiesced to Draco's request, she might use her anger to fuel the punishment that she doled out. She took several deep breaths, trying to let go of her emotional reaction.
"All right," she finally said. "But all of those things are at my flat, so we'd better go there."
Draco's anxious face relaxed. "Thank you," he said softly.
Although she had her equipment at her flat, she had no permanent installations like whipping-posts or wall shackles such as they had at Brands, so she would have to improvise somewhat. While Draco obeyed her order to strip completely, Hermione looked over her toys and made several selections.
She showed Draco the harness before she buckled it on him. It would hold a butt plug snugly inside him, while at the same time restraining his cock. The plug she had chosen was large, although its flared base was small enough that it would not prevent her from beating Draco once it was in place.
He took the plug with only a slight quiver at the speed with which she inserted it, bowing his head as she pulled the straps tight to secure his cock.
Lacking any post against which to have Draco stand, Hermione chose instead to have him bend over and grasp the back of her sofa. It was a huge overstuffed piece, very heavy, and Draco ought not to be able to move it accidentally. Besides, there was a certain frisson in doing this in her living room; the door was bolted and the Floo locked, but it nevertheless felt more like a public space than did her bedroom, and if she was going to act as a dominant at home, she would rather it not be in her private sanctum.
She adjusted the plug so that it sat firmly inside Draco's arse, hearing him give a soft grunt as she did so. She stroked his trapped prick as well, fondling it as it swelled against the leather of the restraint. Then she stepped back, gauging the distance, and lifted the paddle she had chosen to use. She generally preferred to use a paddle with Draco; his skin was tender, and it took great control with a whip not to mark him excessively, control that she wasn't sure she had tonight. As it was, his arse reddened immediately with the first blow. He counted the strokes as they fell, in accordance with his training. Hermione liked the verbal acknowledgment. She gave him an even dozen and then left him there to wait while she went and changed, putting on a loose silk kimono and leaving her feet bare. After spending the afternoon dressed up for Draco's parents, she didn't feel like wearing her usual dominatrix attire. The blood-red silk with its embroidered black designs suited her mood well enough.
She ran a hand along Draco's spine when she returned to stand behind him, smoothing the skin of his bum, now only faintly pink after the pause.
"More?" she asked.
"Yes, please."
"Another dozen, then," decided Hermione. As she began the series, she remarked, "I noticed today how much you resemble your father physically. I wondered if he resembles you in liking this?" At the final word, she gave Draco an extra-hard smack.
Draco gulped. "I've no idea. It's really not something I've ever wanted to think about."
"But it's rather attractive to imagine," murmured Hermione. "The oh-so-stern Lucius Malfoy, willingly under the lash." She shivered and then caught herself. This was exactly what she had been concerned about; that she would transfer her dislike of the father into how she treated his son.
When she had finished the second dozen blows, therefore, she decided that she had better risk no more physical discipline of that sort tonight. She moved to sit on the sofa, loosening her kimono and letting it fall open, and then beckoning Draco to come kneel in front of her. At her gesture he bent forward, his tongue lapping at her cunt lips to spread her open fully, then focussing his attention on her clitoris as he slid two fingers inside her and began to finger-fuck her as well. He was amazingly good at this, even better than Damien, Hermione thought dreamily as his circling tongue coaxed her up and up to orgasm. Whether it was native talent or a skill he'd perfected with other women, she really didn't care so long as she could enjoy the benefit of it. She groaned when her orgasm hit, and Draco slowed his motions, now suckling at her gently so as not to overstimulate her too much.
"Lovely," she murmured, and stroked his head with one hand as the other caressed her breasts. He continued to mouth her cunt, making her come several more times before she told him to stop and sit back.
His cock was a deep red, visibly pulsing against the leather band that encircled it. Hermione unbuckled that portion of the harness, leaving those straps in place which held the plug.
"I've never asked; how limber are you?"
"Limber?" Draco sounded puzzled.
"Can you bend enough to suck your own cock?" Hermione clarified. "If you can, I want to watch you do that. Make yourself come on your own face."
"I think I can," Draco said, and began to bow himself forward. "I may have to lie down, though."
"However you can make it work," Hermione said.
Draco pushed the coffee table away and stretched himself out on the rug there before gradually contorting himself until he was able to close his lips around the head of his cock. He had to grasp his thighs to hold himself in place, which made it difficult for Hermione to see as well as she would have liked, but she enjoyed the spectacle nevertheless. The long wait that Draco had endured meant that he came quite quickly, within only a few minutes of beginning to fellate himself, and as she'd instructed, he let go so that the spurt of his semen splashed across his cheek.
"Circe," he cursed softly. He uncurled and arched his back to stretch out the muscles. "Are you ever going to stop coming up with new ideas like that? I hope not."
Hermione chuckled. "I hope not, too. Come here."
She had him stand before her so that she could remove the plug, playing a bit with his loosened hole although his spent cock barely twitched as she did so.
Draco turned his head to look at her. "Thank you. For being willing to do this for me tonight. I know it's not your preference to act as dominant here."
"No." Hermione blew out a long breath and patted the sofa beside her. "Partly because, as I've told you, I couldn't possibly play that role all the time, so I've preferred to keep it entirely separate. Tonight, though, I was worried because I was upset by your parents. They weren't openly rude, but I could tell that they still think of me as –" she swallowed, "– as a Mudblood, with all the pejorative associations that has. As if I were dirt. And since you resemble them physically, especially your father, I was afraid I might lose control myself, go too far when I beat you."
"I'm sorry, Hermione," Draco murmured, and put his arm around her. "I didn't realise you felt that way. Another time, tell me, please?"
"I will," Hermione promised, "although it worked out all right in the end."
"Yes, it did." Draco gave her a kiss.