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[Hermione Fanon Ships Fest] FIC: Switch - Chapter 06/17
Hermione Fanon Ships Fest 02
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Title: SWITCH (Chapter 06/17)
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: 2380 (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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CHAPTER SIX



Festival of Sins


The Den and Centro, London, England


September 13, 2003 – Saturday Night (Special Event: Carnival of Naughty Fun – A Celebration of ‘Acedia - Sloth’)




Everything was different this time.



First, Ginny didn’t come with me, and she must have informed Zabini by owl of her intentions, because he didn’t show either.



Second, Draco waited outside the club for me, escorting me inside on his arm. Whether this was because he didn’t want to go in as a single bloke and appear desperate, or because he wanted everyone to see that we’d come together, I couldn’t tell.



Third, we skipped out on the table and drinking altogether.



Fourth, we danced - not just for a song or two, but for almost two hours. We moved together on the dance floor to the night’s musical selection, which leaned towards the more lazy-hedonistic trance and re-mixed pop and rock songs, rather than the usual punk, R&B or industrial sounds that typically shook the house until the midnight hour. The DJ was clearly keeping with the Carnival’s theme for the night and the music was meant to enhance the mood. The lighting was too; it was turned way down – just barely legal by the Fire Marshall’s code. Thank goodness the doorman had given us both neon necklaces and bracelets – two a piece - as part of our admission for tonight’s event, as it provided me with a minimal amount of light by which I could see Draco’s face once I snapped and shook them, then put them about us both. He held me close as we sinuously swayed together to songs like “Blood Sugar Sex Magik” by The Red Hot Chili Peppers, a trance-remix of “Principals of Lust,” by Enigma, and Motorcycle’s “Around You.”



Fifth, we touched each other endlessly in an exploratory fashion, but things remained sensual, as if Malfoy were more interested in spending quality time with me rather than satisfying himself with a quick, hot shag. I was the one who upped the ante when I stroked over his covered cock several times. It was so dark that no one could see, as all of my glowing bracelets were on a single wrist, and that wasn’t the one that was currently engaged in a little southern naughtiness.



He leaned his mouth closer to my ear. “Unzip and touch me,” he growled, and then his hand was up my dress, caressing me under my knickers. Right there on the crowded dance floor, we mutually masturbated, and when that wasn’t enough for me, I lifted a leg over his hips, begging for more even as we kissed. Shoving my panties to the side, practically tearing them, Draco aligned his cock by bending his knees and he slid into me, gripping my arse firmly, even as my arms went about his neck. He fucked me with thick, long, slow strokes in time to the pulsing beat of the music.



Just as I climbed the peak towards the ultimate fulfillment, he pulled out and dropped me back down. “Room. Now,” was all he said as he tucked his hard, wet penis back in and zipped up. I wiggled my knickers back into place and followed him as he took my hand and led me towards the back of the club. The bouncer shook his head, however, as we neared. “All booked for the night. Sorry,” he explained.



I could feel Malfoy’s frustration in his grip and could see it in the dim light near the Employees’ door as he considered where we could go. The moment he looked towards the loo, I knew where he intended to drag me. I tried to pull away; I was absolutely not going to be shagged in a public toilet – no way. That was a line for me. I firmly shook my head as he looked back at me, a question in his gaze.



“Not there,” I shouted over the background noise.



Draco gave me an exasperated look. “Trust me,” he bent and spoke into my ear and pulled me after him.



I blamed insanity and hormones all the way into the men’s.



The place was already in use by couples who’d had the same idea. One man had his woman bent over the vanity and was fucking her from behind without a care as to who was watching. From the green-painted stalls, I could hear the sounds of moaning and banging, and underneath all five doors, every single one had two pairs of feet sharing the same small space.



Malfoy glanced at the shagging couple who were too busy to pay attention to us, and quickly pulled out his wand, hiding it between us. “Hold on,” he commanded, and in a pop, we Disapparated out of the club.



X~~~X



Malfoy’s Private Penthouse Suite


Overlooking Hyde Park, London, England


September 13, 2003 – Saturday Night (seconds later)




“Where are we?” I asked, even as his mouth hungrily pressed in upon mine.



My partner didn’t bother to answer. Instead, his hands slid under my dress again and this time, he thumbed the edges of my knickers and tugged them slowly over my hips and down my thighs, pulling them off an ankle at a time. With the same slow sensuality as he’d shown me in the club, he ran his hands over my bared bum, caressing. His lips were scorching and his tongue devious in coaxing my thighs to part, although they never dipped where I wanted them to, teasingly skirting my pussy entirely. I was whimpering by the time he’d pulled his mouth away from trailing down my thigh to regain his height and press his forehead to mine, stilling in his gentle touches to allow us both time to breathe.



“Do you like this?” he asked, and I had the impression that there was more to the question than was being spoken.



Instead of prying and ruining the moment, I simply told him the truth. “Very much.”



His lips burned a path over my cheek and jaw, and down my neck to suckle and nibble with that same tenderness. “A lady should be treated as such,” he murmured as he spoiled me with small kisses, fingering over the red rose that I’d tucked under the barrette I’d used to pin my hair up on the left side, acknowledging it with a small, pleased smile. “Tonight, I’ve been remiss in doing so.”



I gasped as he bit down a little hard over my pulse. “I liked what we did,” I refuted before I could censor my mouth. “It felt good.”



He hummed along the line of my throat. “Yes, it felt very good, but you deserve better than to be shagged in public like that.” He ran his mouth back along a reverse course until his lips hovered over mine and we were both breathing heavy with anticipation. “You’re not some common witch, Granger. You’ve never been.”



With that, he lifted me into his arms, bridal-style once again, and carried me into the bedroom. His gaze was burning as he laid me gently down in the middle of the largest bed I’ve ever seen, following me over, his face inches from mine. We spent long moments gazing at each other, and I assessed him carefully in that time. His jaw was tight, his gaze almost feverish with desire.



Tentatively, I reached up and ran my fingertips over his cheek, touching very lightly, exploring him in a way I never had before. He let me, watching, waiting, showing no obvious strain from bracing all his weight on his arms and shoulders. Having gripped those muscles in the throes of passion more than once, I knew them to be strong, honed by some sort of exercise and I wondered what he did in his spare time when we weren’t together? I knew virtually nothing about Draco Malfoy as an adult other than what the newspapers or gossip pages occasionally reported. Clearly, he did manual labor of some sort or worked out to stay in shape (probably the latter, since he had no calluses on his hands).



I feathered across his goatee and lips and he pressed a small kiss to my tips in passing. “You grew up, too, you know. You’re so different,” I commented, amazed by his handsome features. My thoughts carried a greater significance than the issue of mere physical transformation, though. Malfoy had matured intellectually and emotionally, no longer the irrational bigot and bully he’d been before the war insofar as I could tell. I mean, he was sleeping with me – a Muggle-born – which had to indicate his prejudice had at least flip-flopped, showing a distinct difference in his thinking.



“In a good way?” he asked, as I trailed my fingers over his jaw, around the shell of an ear and into his baby-fine hair.



I couldn’t help it; the mischief-maker in me peeked out and threw him a sultry smile. “In a delicious way,” I purred and then ruined the façade with a giggle.



Draco’s smile lit up his face in an expression I’d never once seen from him before: true happiness. His eyes merrily twinkled, his teeth glimmered white. “That was a given, sweet thing,” he arrogantly agreed, dropping his mouth to mine and capturing me in a heated, lazy kiss.



He languidly undressed me by having me flip onto my belly, seeming to take great enjoyment in the act. His fingers skimmed every inch of my skin, from head to heel, and his mouth followed. I remained in place like a good, little sub should as he shed his own clothing, relaxing into the luxurious, fresh linen-scented coverlet. He kissed his way up my spine, his naked chest skimming my bared flesh as he headed for the bend of my neck. Looming over me, his hips cradled into the vee of my thighs, his hard cock resting between my cheeks, he lavished wet, sucking kisses to the side of my throat. Rubbing with easy restraint, he had me wet and straining in moments. “I offer you a choice, my princess: how do you want me to take you this first time?” he murmured low next to my ear, breathing warm air against my tingling skin, causing my insides to twist and burn.



He was giving me a choice? Did I want him to? It would change the dynamics of this weird relationship we had going, switching me from pure submissive to an equal. Did that mean something significant? Was he telling me in some mysterious Slytherin way that he wanted more than just once a month sex from me?



I bit my lip in consternation. What to do?



His pelvis rhythm never let up, but he bit my earlobe for not replying in a timely manner. Ah, there was the Dom I liked and craved. That show of possessiveness made my decision easy for me. “Take me how you will,” I indolently surrendered into the comfort of the submissive role once more. “I know you’ll make it wonderful for me, Draco.”



He paused, and I felt his heated breath flutter on an exhale, understanding that I was openly giving myself to him and showing him unconditional trust. I spoke no safe word for tonight’s adventures; I didn’t think I’d need one this time. I might have balked at the idea myself, had I been a third-party bystander who knew the details of the Granger-Malfoy history, but for some reason, this felt like the right course of action to take at this particular time. My conscience and instinct actually liked the decision I’d made, and they overruled my rationality and sanity (neither of which had had much of a say in my relationship with Malfoy to date, anyway).



In the next draw of his breath, he did as I asked – flipping me over and taking me how he wanted: working his big, luscious cock into me by slow, deliberate inches, and then thrusting away with thick, long, all-encompassing strokes that touched the far back of my channel on every measured, unhurried surge forward. He locked his gaze onto mine the whole time and watched as my cheeks bloomed with blood, as my eyes glazed with need, and as my lips parted to beg him to let me come.



He did as I asked, pressing his forehead to mine and bringing us both to rapture with a tightening of lower muscles, the pace of his careful, leisurely surges never changing.



It was only as I drifted off in his arms in the afters that I realized three things: first, I was going to fall asleep with him for the first time, and two, I was lying in his arms, in his bed and Malfoy seemed to like me there very much (he was very lightly running a hand over my face and hair to intentionally lull me into a state of relaxed drowsiness), and three, he had called out my given name as he’d orgasmed, not my family’s last name.



Our relationship, I realized, had just switched on me, but I was honestly too tired to give it much thought. I fell asleep without further ado.



X~~~X



Years later, I could pinpoint the exact moment I fell in love with Draco Malfoy:



I awoke in his private suite the next morning after our wonderful sex marathon – which had continued throughout the night in between intervals of sleep – to find myself wonderfully sore and very much alone. On the pillow next to me was a single red rose, perfectly magicked into life from, most likely, an Orchidius spell. A note written on fine linen paper rested under the flower.




Thank you for last night – it was deliciously decadent, my princess.


P.S. I tracked down an extra copy of Eldred Worple’s new book on vampiric creatures before press, and left the manuscript on the bedside table, assuming you’d be interested. I think you’d take great pleasure from it, as it’s within your professional area of expertise.





It happened right then. Did you catch it?

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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