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[Hermione Fanon Ships Fest] FIC: Switch - Chapter 04/17
Hermione Fanon Ships Fest 02
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Title: SWITCH (Chapter 04/17)
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: 2093 (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.

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Festival of Sins

The Den and Centro, London, England

August 9, 2003 – Saturday Night (Special Event: Carnival of Naughty Fun – A Celebration of ‘Avaritia - Greed’)

I wore what he’d asked in the attached note he’d sent with the ticket – a very short, skimpy satin dress that glittered with gold, black flames tonguing it in a random pattern. The cleavage dipped, the straps were thin things on my shoulders, barely enough to hold the material in place, and I found the perfect pair of boots – black patent-leather, tie-up and strap-up design that fell just below the knee and had a sexy four-inch stiletto heel (I even tucked the red rose he’d sent this month into one of the straps, sealing it there with a sticking charm). I wore no knickers or bra, per his instructions.

Draco liked the ensemble very much.

The moment we spied each other – me by the door, he by our usual table - we rushed through the crowd to meet. On the edge of the dance floor, we melted together. Being pulled into his chest was like coming home; the warm, familiar solace of his embrace vanished my apprehension as if by magic. Ginny and Blaise were only background noise then, along with the rest of the throng. My lover covetously held me tight against him with a dark possessiveness I’d never seen in his face and I cherished being wanted so much. It was only a sexual attachment, I reminded myself, but to be so salaciously desired satisfied the woman in me - that part that I had always believed to be inferior.

We didn’t dance, didn’t move - just absorbed each other, our eyes roaming, avariciously assessing. When he dipped his nose down, his lips hovering over mine, it became apparent that slowly building the anticipation wasn’t in the cards for tonight. The tension between us was already thick enough to wade through.

Picking me up bridal style, he led me towards the back of the club, wending through the swarm of parti-colored, freakishly dressed people, nodding in familiarity at the bouncer at the “Employees Only” door as he held it open for us to glide through (making me absently wonder if I was the only woman Malfoy brought back here to have such a relationship already established with the hired help). Having pre-paid for a room, he headed towards number three tonight. I took the key from him and unlocked the door. He forcefully kicked it closed behind us, crossed the room, and tossed me into the middle of the bed, crawling between my sprawled legs without pause.

He was all male aggressiveness as he pulled my dress over my hips, groaning as he noted there was no barrier between my legs to cover my pussy from the elements. Fabric rustled as he moved about, a zip was pulled down, and he yanked my legs up rather roughly, supporting them on his shoulders. Gripping my arse, he yanked my bottom off the bed and up into the cradle of his pelvis. “Hold onto the frame,” he commanded, his voice a greedy rasp.

Peeking through my lids, I sinuously drew my arms back and blindly grabbed for the metal rails, holding tight. I could tell by the intensity in his shadowed face that he was going to ride me hard and fast. He intended on possessing me tonight.

Lining his penis up, he slammed home with no further instruction and absolutely no foreplay, groaning in satisfaction as the head of his crest hit the very back of my channel and I yelped. “Safe word,” he stopped and reminded me.

“Venus,” I restated the same phrase upon which we’d previously agreed.

Draco grunted, and proceeded to pound me into the mattress, unleashing all of his strength and force. It hurt so good. Tears streamed down the sides of my face, and I was unreservedly screaming with bliss into the rafters in less than a minute. “Yes, YES! I’ve missed this! Take me, Draco! Take me and… oh, gods… GIVE ME MORE! I need more!”

He rode hard, fast. We were both dripping with sweat as he bent my legs even further back, leaning over me now, his grip on my arse cheeks bruising. “I love this gorgeous outfit you wore for me tonight and… bloody hell, these boots, Granger!” he rapturously hissed between clenched teeth. “Fuck! I love shagging you. I can’t get enough! No matter how many times I come in you, sweet thing, I always want more and more.” He grunted as he tensed up, getting ready to tumble over the edge. “You’re a drug, my princess - a killer drug I can’t stop wanting.”

I couldn’t speak to tell him I felt the same, my breath ripped from me as his words sent me tumbling off the edge of reason. I came in a flash of silver light behind my lids. He drove me immediately into a second orgasm as the first retreated by rolling and pinching my clit at the same time as pounding hard, finally shooting off into me with a hoarse shout at the same moment, bending me so far back that his hands covered mine on the rails, as if he needed that connection to center himself.

He voraciously took me again not a few minutes later, choosing positions that twisted me up underneath him to maintain his total domination of me. Each time, I greedily, lustily cried out for him to complete me, my soul secretly screaming for Malfoy to fill all of the aching holes in my life – physical and otherwise.


In the final afterglow, we lay on our bellies, half a foot apart, silently staring at each other. My thoughts were extremely conflicted as I fell into his grey, impassive gaze. A part of me wanted to hop up and rabbit for the exit. Another part of me wanted to curl into my lover’s body and have him hold me. Was he thinking the same thing?

“If I bought you tickets for the rest of this year’s Festivals, would you come?” he tentatively asked, breaking the stillness in the room.

Something shifted between us at that precise moment.

When I looked back on this night years later, I would recognize that Draco’s seemingly innocuous question was one of the most important I’d ever been asked in my life, as it created one of those ‘ultimate divergent paths’- you know, the ones that change your life irrevocably, for better or worse. I’d rank my answer pretty high up there, too; somewhere along the same lines as accepting my original Hogwarts invitation, my initial befriending of Harry and Ron, and the morning I Obliviated my parents so I could commit fully to the defeat of Voldemort the Mad.

To date, there had been no discussion on the issue of a ‘relationship’ between Malfoy and me. It was an unspoken agreement between us that we were attracted to each other and apparently liked the sex enough to keep coming back for more. Now though, he seemed to want to make our clandestine encounters an on-going, permanent arrangement, and as a result, the questions and issues between us became more convoluted.

Frankly, did I want to continue playing out this odd scenario, me in the submissive role, he my dominating sex partner? Where would it lead? Or would things play out as Ginny had predicted, and would one of us – most likely me, as I could feel myself becoming more and more attached to him each time we met - get emotionally hurt? If I agreed to his proposal, would that make me his mistress - or worse, a prostitute (for, in effect, he was paying for my sexual company)? I couldn’t reconcile it all in just a few minutes contemplation, my brain half-fuzzed from endorphins, the other half of me emotionally in turmoil. Yet clearly, he expected an immediate answer.

Insecurity flashed for just a second through Draco’s eyes as I paused for several minutes in silence to consider my answer, and he opened his mouth to, I assumed, retract the offer.

“Ginny said I’m a ‘switch,’” I quickly settled on admitting, hoping it would explain my hesitation. “She says you’re not. That you’re a Dom and that fact wouldn’t change. It could create problems for us continuing… this. At least, that was her assessment.”

Malfoy stared into my soul with those young-old eyes of his. The war, it seemed, had really done a bang-up job on him, too. “It’s true, I like being in control,” he confessed. “I couldn’t be so long as… he… was my Master.” He flipped onto his back and raised his left forearm up for me to see the white scar in the shape of the Dark Mark; it had faded out, but could never be gotten rid of, I knew. Once marked, forever done, I’d heard the saying go around. “For two years, that bastard owned me, and I had to do whatever he said, whenever he wanted. I hated it - hated him for making me into a slave.”

I’d never heard or seen Draco be so open and honest – not even during his trial, which I’d attended after the dust from the last battle had finally settled. Five years had changed a lot more than his looks, apparently. I shut my mouth and listened, carefully watching his expressions for cues.

“I swore I’d never let anyone lord over me again like that. Never.” He paused, running his fingertips lightly over the scar, his lips turned up in a sneer of hatred. “Worst mistake of my life.”

“But,” I thought it safe to say what I was thinking, “between you and me, it wouldn’t be like that. I could never…” I trailed off, leaving the rest unspoken. Could I hurt him? Physically, yes. I was magically powerful enough to do a lot to him that could leave some permanent scarring. Emotionally? I wasn’t sure how much influence I had on him in that regard, but I suppose if he allowed me the opportunity, it’s quite possible I could do some damage there if I put my mind to it. But I knew I didn’t want to do either of those things to him, and that’s all that mattered, right?

His arm dropped back down to the mattress and he turned his head - and just like that, his dark mood shifted again, and he was smirking with amusement, a look I was well familiar with from our youth. “Really? I can recall a rather hard slap I received back in third year. And then there was a certain hex in fourth year that-”

Embarrassed by such memories, I huffed in amusement. “Well, it’s not as if you didn’t have it coming then,” I brusquely cut him off. “Really, Draco, you were a horridly spoiled child, and you know it.”

Rolling onto his side, he pulled a lock of my hair. “And you were a bushy-haired know-it-all, Granger.” He rubbed the strands between his fingers. “I like the curls best. Next time, leave it natural like this.”

Leaning up, I supported my head in the palm of a hand and tweaked an eyebrow at him again. “Oh, so we’ve decided there will be a next time, then - just like that? Sorry, but you didn’t do a good enough job selling me on the idea, Malfoy.”

He pounced, shoving me onto my back and straddling my waist, pinning my wrists to the mattress. “You need incentive?” he asked in a richly-enticing tone, adjusting his stance so that he was kneeling between my spread legs, his thighs shoving mine up over his, angling us for another round of sex. Against my swollen, inner lips, I felt the head of his cock already wet and hard; it moved to position itself at my entrance. “Try this.” He fucked into my sex hard with one powerful thrust, going deep – as deep as he could go. I screamed in pleasure-pain and wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting the feeling of being so full with him to never end.

By the time I was close to climaxing again, the slippery Slytherin had gotten me to agree that we would meet again for the remaining Carnival of Sins this year.

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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