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[Hermione Fanon Ships Fest] FIC: Switch - Chapter 01/17
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Mod notes: As you can see above, this is a 17-chapter fic (yay!). We'll be posting one chapter a day, until the end of the fest. The author has also submitted two lovely banners to go with the story. Each chapter will include a reduced version of one of these banners. The final chapter will contain links to the original, full-size images. It will also contain the list of British-isms mentioned in the author's notes.

Title: SWITCH (Chapter 01/17)
Author: rzzmg
Characters: Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy (main pairing), Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley
Genres: Drama, Romance, Angst
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1422 (this chapter)
Summary: Post-Hogwarts. Novel compliant, but discards Epilogue (EWE format). It was only supposed to be one night - a set-up with a hot guy at a fetish club in Muggle London for some mind-blowing, no-strings-attached sex where Hermione would play the submissive role. However, when her amazingly skilled and sensual partner, Draco Malfoy, kept sending her tickets and roses to return to the club to meet again and again, how could a single, sexually-experimental girl say 'no'? Hermione's about to learn the hard way that the sins of the flesh can prove to be too tempting for the body - and the heart - to resist.
Warnings: Very explicit sexual situations, alcohol consumption, profanity.
Disclaimer: I do not own “Harry Potter,” nor any of its characters, nor do I profit in any way from the use of said characters and situations in this writing.
Author Notes: A ‘switch’ in the BDSM lifestyle is a person who can act as either a top (Dom, or Dominant) or a bottom (sub or submissive); many times, it is a spontaneous reversal of roles, unplanned and unexpected. The Festival of Sins really exists, and is described exactly as it operates and where it is located (a nightclub building called ‘The Den & Centro’; the only part that is fictional to the place is the optional rooms in the secret back, which I have no idea whether they exist or not, but some clubs have them, so I threw it in for a plot bunny). The Mass Nightclub, Le Gavroche Restaurant and Tête-à-tête Restaurant in Rome all exist and are really as described as well. The song mentioned in chapter two is “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. Viola De Lesseps is from the movie, “Shakespeare In Love” (a highly recommended watch). British-isms are translated at the bottom of the story for you, just in case. THANK YOU TO MY BETA, UNSEEN69!

Chapter 01 | Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 | Chapter 04 | Chapter 05 | Chapter 06 | Chapter 07 | Chapter 08 | Chapter 09 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17





CHAPTER ONE



The Ministry of Magic


London, England


June 6, 2003 – Friday afternoon




Two months ago, if anyone would have told me that I’d one day be the recipient of Draco Malfoy’s sexual interest, and that I’d actually crave him back, I’d have laughed myself silly. Now, I wasn’t finding the idea so funny. Provocative? Certainly. Humorous? No.



I stared at the ticket in my one hand and the perfect red rose that had accompanied it in the other and knew, even without a signed, attached note or any other indication as to the identity of my benevolent gift-giver, who had sent it to me. There was only one person in the whole, wide wizarding world that would be so bold as to buy me an advanced voucher for admission to tomorrow night’s Festival of Sins special monthly event at The Den & Centro. The Muggle fetish event was familiar ground, after all, as Malfoy and I had met there just this last month on a blind date.



For not the first time over the last four weeks, I leaned down and repeatedly banged my forehead against the flat of my office desk.



Dummy, dummy, dummy!



Right, so I’d lost my sanity that night, allowing Slytherin’s former Prince to take me into a back, private room of the club and dominantly fuck me to within an inch of my life. But I’d asked for that in advance, hadn’t I? It had been my idea to get Ginny to hook me up for a one-off shag with a hot guy who wanted to play at some BDSM as a top to my bottom – something I’d never tried before, and was tantalized by upon hearing about it from my best girlfriend (who’d met her current boy-toy and BDSM playmate, Blaise Zabini, there two months prior).



And Malfoy had performed just fecking magnificently. Almighty Heaven, I’d orgasmed harder under his skilled hands and the thrust of his expert cock than I’d ever imagined possible! I’d also been left emotionally twisted in knots in the aftermath as he’d kissed and touched me with such tenderness and care, unable to reconcile myself to the fact that the greatest sex of my life - including the events in the afterglow - had come from the man I’d once utterly loathed on sight.



Of course, I was perfectly aware that engaging in any association with the former dark wizard was social suicide. And truthfully, my reputation could not afford to take another hit, thanks to the rather humiliating public break-up between Ron and me just six months ago (right in the Ministry Lobby, I’d caught him sneaking off to have lunch with Lavender Brown again, and finally given the ultimatum that he choose which woman he actually wanted, and he’d had the absolute nerve to blow up at me and accuse me of always being too overbearing and controlling in our relationship, which is why - he announced in a rather heated shout – he was leaving me for Lavender, who apparently acted like a ‘real’ female, and didn’t try to wear the pants in their illicit affiliation).



On the other hand, I’d known those oh-so-glaring facts last month when I’d agreed to go on the date that Ginny and Zabini had together set up between Malfoy and me. I’d been willing to risk bad publicity once, so why not twice? Since when had I not been willing to break a few rules, anyway?



And honestly, a part of me felt as though I needed what Malfoy was offering: a purely physical relationship, where he took the lead and directed my pleasure utterly and at his discretion. Between us, I was not allowed to organize, manage or influence what we did in bed - that was Draco’s job, according to the agreement I’d made with him that one night.



I’d discovered right quick that the distinct rush that came with having no autonomy over my own personal gratification was quite a heady aphrodisiac. Yet, at the same time, it was also very difficult for me to give up all control - especially to someone I didn’t fully trust. Malfoy was an unknown quantity, and I wasn’t exactly sure what he was getting out of our involvement. I could fathom a guess that it had something to do with corrupting me, as he’d often taunted in school that I was a prude and spinster material in the making, but I wasn’t positive.



Taking all of that into account, I wondered if it was a wise decision to meet up with him again.



I spent the rest of the afternoon first talking myself into and then out of, and then back into the idea of going to the club tomorrow night, hardly getting any work accomplished before it was time to punch-out.



Calling it a week at the office, tossing the ticket into my charmed beaded bag, I left my desk in the Department of Regulation of Magical Creatures and headed down the hall to Ginny’s in the Hit Wizards Office to tell her the news that I’d decided to accept Malfoy’s offer after all.



“’Mione, are you sure you want to meet with him again?” my BFF hedged, and I wondered if she knew something through the Zabini grapevine that I didn’t.



I stared calmly at her, willing my heart to stop thumping so loudly in my ears. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” I cautiously asked.



A tiny crease worked its way between her crimson eyebrows. “It’s just that, well, I thought you said you wanted it to be a one-off deal, never to be repeated - just good, hard sex with a guy who was interesting, sexy and into giving you your fantasy for that one night. But you should know that Malfoy’s not acting. He really is a Dom in his relationships, according to Blaise. And well, ‘Mione, you’re not a sub deep down. You’re more the type for an equal partnership. This is just a phase you’re going through, I can tell. Eventually, you won’t like being controlled so completely. You will want to switch, and Draco will resist. It could end badly - for both of you.”



It took me several seconds to compute that Ginny was concerned I was going into the BDSM thing with Malfoy with eyes wide shut. I shook my head, trying to appear reasonable and calm. I’d just spent several hours fighting internal demons (and made three lists filled with pro/con arguments on the situation), and now that I’d finally convinced myself to go through with a second meeting, I wouldn’t be deterred. “Draco and I are both rational, consenting adults. If we find the situation to become incompatible to either of our needs, we’ll simply part ways,” I explained, clinging to simple logic. “Until then, I don’t see the harm in enjoying myself a bit. I’m sure to get quite the education from our encounters, and as long as what he and I are doing is kept away from Skeeter and her rotten colleagues, no one need be the wiser. Besides,” I added, pushing my long bangs from my eyes, “I’m a modern day, young-twenties feminist, and I’d like to sow my oats before settling down. Malfoy doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he appears to be as curious about this… thing… between us as I am.”



Ginny stared up at me from her seat behind her desk, and bit the side of her lip. I could tell she wanted to refute, but I set my expression in such a way to let her know I didn’t want to argue the issue; I only wanted to know if she would come help me pick out an outfit for tomorrow night’s hook-up. With a surrendering sigh, he nodded. “Alright, I’ll Apparate to your flat tomorrow morning and we’ll make a day of it. Ten o’clock?”



I nodded. “Great. I’ll fix the wards to let you in.”



With that, I hit the Apparition point and spelled myself home for a night of Chinese take-away and settling on the sofa with Crooks to watch The Edwardian Country House, which I’d videotaped earlier in the week to watch during some downtime.

To be continued...

Chapter 01 | Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 | Chapter 04 | Chapter 05 | Chapter 06 | Chapter 07 | Chapter 08 | Chapter 09 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17



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I did not want this chapter to end. Argh! Looking forward to more.

Mystery Author, your style is distinct from your choice of words, descriptions, research and banner making. I was looking forward to your submission, and I wasn't disappointed. Can't wait for the other chapters :)

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