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[Hermione Fanon Ships Fest] FIC: Switch - Chapter 10/17
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Title: SWITCH (Chapter 10/17)
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: 2995 (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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The Mass Nightclub

London, England

October 25, 2003 – Saturday Evening (Special Event: Samhain Costume Party)

The building that the club Ginny took me to was a converted church located in the Peace Gardens of Brixton. It was a two-story riot of noise, each tier operating independently with its own dance floor and lighting, bar and musical selections to entertain the several hundred party-goers that had packed in for the night for some fun. We paid our entrance fee and I strolled in as if I’d been there before, not wanting to look like a tourist.

I passed by people decked out in a variety of fun, sometimes even naughty trappings. There were grotesque zombies, lusty vampires, sexy kitties, mad doctors and evil nurses, hockey masked psychos, toked-out hippies, sparkly fairies, and I even passed by a guy decked out as a full-on furry – a tiger. Of course, pirates were everywhere, as Captain Jack and his bottle of rum had been a smash at the cinema this past summer.

Gin was the only one I could see dressed as an Alice In Wonderland character. Her outfit had been rented for the night, like mine, from a professional Muggle costume shop, and was made of quality fabrics. Masquerading as a female mad hatter (albeit, a slaggy version), she looked stunning in an aqua blue satin mini skirt, white satin top with aqua blue satin bow, with a matching dark aqua velvet halter-corset. Her thigh-highs were held up with garters that attached to the corset, and were topped with matching bows. The aqua-black top hat was perched jauntily to the side, and she’d curled her auburn hair tonight to give it bounce. The dark aqua glittery heels with the velvet bow at the toe were the final touch to a perfect costume.

I’d opted for a rather slinky version of Red Riding Hood. Flowing white cotton top that showed off a lot of cleavage was tightly cinched in a black leather corset that tied up the middle with a black, satin ribbon. The two-paneled, crimson red shirt was edged with black trim and fluffed out by black crinoline. A matching red mini hood tied around my throat, and I kept the hood up. I completed the look with black lace thigh-highs and adorable pair of strappy black heels. I didn’t see anyone else who matched my costume theme either in the throng of writhing, colorful forms.

The bottom level was playing heavy-thumping trance and remixed dance favorites that were currently popular on Muggle radio. We wound our way through the sardine crowd, me holding onto Gin’s hand as she led us in deeper, heading for the stairs. We climbed to the second floor to find a live band playing classic Muggle rock hits from The Rolling Stones, The Who, and others that I didn’t recognize, but my parents would probably enjoy.

Ginny gave me a look asking which floor I preferred and I shrugged, not really concerned. We stayed on the top level, and headed for the bar. Two beers, four turn-aways by men asking me for a dance in whining, pleading (sometimes even drunken) voices, and a dozen or songs later, the live band wrapped it up, and the music changed to remixed 80’s and 90’s Muggle tunes, spun by a master DJ. Gin and I decided to go downstairs and see if there was better action to be had there.

We hit the dance floor for some let-loose fun and danced to songs I’d never even heard of before. Very quickly, we had a slew of men dancing about Gin and I. One bloke smelling heavy of ciggy-breath and dressed as a member of the RAF tried to get a little friendly with my arse, and I quickly disabused him of the notion by intentionally picking the guy next to me to dance with. Late twenties, tall with dark eyes and hair, dressed in doctor scrubs (complete with stethoscope), he gave me a melting smile and played along. With that decision made, the other single men turned to Ginny to see which she would choose to focus on.

I was shocked to see Blaise, dressed as some American Riverboat gambler (complete with slick, suede hat) suddenly appear at the edge of the ring of men. He was staring daggers at Gin, who gazed back at him with shocked annoyance at the same time.

Instantly, my heart froze up. Would Malfoy be here, too?

“A’right?” my dance partner yelled into my ear to be heard over the music.

I turned to him and nodded, and we continued to move to the beat – not touching, but standing close enough to (not that there was any choice on personal space, given how packed-in we all were). I kept my peripherals on Gin, though, just in case, instinctively knowing her situation was about to blow our entire night of fun sky-high.

I should get an award for being right all the time.

In a very calculated move, Blaise made an opening and quickly slithered between Ginny and the guy she’d been dancing with, inserting himself as her new partner. Gin stuck her tongue out at him in annoyance (he was gatecrashing ‘girls’ night out’), and made to move away. Zabini reached to grab her hand and dodging, she stepped back with some measure of force, clipping my right side, knocking me completely off-balance. I teetered on my heels and started to fall. One of the men in the crowd quickly came to my rescue and caught me, his arms going about my waist to hold me up, mine automatically flying to his costume’s leather-clad shoulders for purchase.

As I looked up into the face of my would-be rescuer to thank him, I found myself nose-to-nose with Malfoy – and he looked rather cross with me for dancing with other men.

Holy Circe’s tit.

Without thought to the ramifications, I got my feet under me, reeled back and slapped him hard enough to turn his head so he’d let go.

Yes, in retrospect, I can admit that I reacted poorly to the situation, but in my defense, he’d startled me and quite frankly, I was mad at him for a variety of reasons - not the least of which was for chasing away my chance to meet another man.

I had two seconds to congratulate myself on getting one up over him before I was dragged by the wrist off the dance floor, through the crowd and out the emergency door in the back of the club, setting off an alarm. We ended up in an alley. Before I could demand my ex-lover let me go and before security could arrive on-scene, he had an arm about my waist and his wand in his hand. We Disapparated in a crack of thunder and a nauseating collage of light flashing before my eyes.


Malfoy’s Private Penthouse Suite

Hyde Park, London, England

October 25, 2003 – Saturday Night (seconds later)

He let me go the moment we landed and I stumbled, off-balance, nearly twisting my ankle. I let out an undignified, “owww!” as I caught myself on the back of a cozy chair and looked up to find my captor’s wand in my face. “What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing, Malfoy?” I growled, peeved beyond measure.

“I rather thought the kidnapping part was obvious, Granger,” he bit, his tone bordering on an outburst of temper. Clearly, he was incensed; the leather of his renaissance jerkin (was that thing authentic? It sure looked it) creaked with each of his rapidly indrawn breaths.

What right did he have to be angry?

I rolled my eyes and fearlessly put my fingertip on the end of his wand, pushing it out of my face. “And may I ask why you felt kidnapping me was a healthy endeavor for you to pursue?”

He looked downright incredulous at that. “Smartest witch of our age, my arse,” he snarked. “In case you missed the memo, I don’t share well with others, and as I’ve already stated once, you’re mine, sweet thing.”

Of all the sheer arrogance! “Pardon me, but it seems my hearing is going with age. I pray for your sake that you hadn’t just had the audacity to say to me that I belonged to the likes of a tomcat like you, Malfoy, because I can assure you: that would be tantamount to you being hexed six ways from Sunday.”

A perfectly arched, dark gold eyebrow rose in challenge. “Well, then you can sigh with relief, my princess. It seems your age hasn’t yet dulled your senses, your hearing most especially.” His wand tip moved back into my face, pressing lightly against my bottom lip. “As for who is going to be doing some hexing around here… let’s just say you’re lucky I didn’t curse ‘Doctor Hands’ with a face full of sphincter openings.”

That visual alone was enough to give me bad dreams tonight. “Eww. Could you please not be quite so graphic in any future imagined depravity?” I requested, handling this whole thing rather well, I thought. “And do be serious, Malfoy. You’ve ruined my good time, and I spent a small fortune renting this costume specifically for tonight’s club event. So, just tell me what you want, so I can get back to it without further delay.”

He stepped forward, violently jerked my beaded bag out of my hand and tossed it away. Then, he threw his wand in the opposite direction. Both of us unarmed, he stepped into my private space and pulled me against him. “Oh, you’re going to be delayed all right…”

I turned my head just as he swooped down to capture my lips and instead he met my cheek. Undeterred, he moved in to suckle on my neck, just above my pulse. Have I mentioned how talented Draco’s mouth really is? He knows how to use lips, teeth and tongue in conjunction to devastating result. Tonight, he was particularly adept, utilizing all his skills to seduce me.

The only thing going through my mind in that moment, however, was the question of where his other two witches were partying tonight? Had they blown him off, so he came looking for former alternative number three? “Let me guess: your other escorts were busy tonight?” I bitterly murmured in his ear.

He bit down a bit hard on my throat in punishment, and I knew there would be a teeth imprint there later. “Don’t,” he warned in my ear.

I pushed against him, trying to get away, but again, he refused to let me go. Now I was becoming rather angry. I lashed out. “Don’t what, Draco? Wonder why you’re sexually assaulting me after I made it clear I wasn’t interested in being a whore in your rotation?”

He abruptly let me go and this time, I did fall on my backside. Thank Merlin for thick, plush carpet, for the fall wasn’t quite so hard. Still, it jarred and my tailbone was probably going to be bruised.

Draco stared down at me with fury and disgust, and opened his mouth to say something I knew would be ruinous to us both. I cut him off with my own chastisement before he could utter a sound. “You don’t!” I shouted, furious. “Don’t you dare say another hurtful thing to me - not after throwing my feelings in my face the way you did! Not after bringing me here and making love to me a month ago, and then turning around and telling me that I was no different to you than your other shags-on-the-side!” I shut my eyes, mortified, wishing with all my might that I had my wand so I could just go home and forget this night had ever happened. “Just leave off, Malfoy. Our… whatever it was… it’s over! You got what you wanted out of me – a distraction for a while, and the chance to brag to your friends that you actually got the ‘stupid Mudblood’ to fall for you. Whatever. Congratulations. Now bugger off and let me get on with my life without you.”

I was so wrapped up in my own misery and chastisement of him, I hadn’t recognized he’d stripped off his leather jerkin and padded, cotton shirt until he was suddenly at my level and pushing me back into the carpet, his chest pale and tempting. I tried to roll away, but his weight effortlessly pinned me, and he firmly took hold of my wrists and restrained them above my head to keep me from lashing out. “Get off!” I snarled, wiggling to get free. He made to kiss me and I snapped my teeth at him to keep him away.

Readjusting his hold on my wrists, he freed one of his hands and untied the black satin ribbon holding my leather corset in place. He pulled it out an eyelet at a time as he talked to me. “We aren’t over, Granger,” he promised, his lips kissing over my revealed cleavage as he worked. “Not by a long shot.”

I hissed. “Stop this instant, Malfoy - I’m serious!”

Yanking the leather aside, pulling the cotton shirt down, he found me braless. “So am I,” he asserted and bent his head, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking deep. My efforts to get away doubled, but he simply pulled the other side of my half-shift down and licked over that breast, too. Alternating between them, he had them sore and taut in moments.

I turned my head to try to distract my mounting lust and could see into the bedroom from this vantage point. Absently, I noted that the bed linen was the same as I remembered… Would it be so for the other women in his life? Had he brought any of them here, too, and made love to them with that same intense, beautiful passion?

“Please, don’t,” I voiced another desperate plea, my tone tinged with sorrow. It was amazing how this wizard unmade me so easily, unraveling my whole world with his hot-and-cold nature. But I didn’t want to cave and end up as that girl – the one who accepted coming in second best to some other woman because I craved a man beyond all reason and good judgment. I still had my pride, if no longer my full dignity. “Draco, stop.”

He lifted his platinum head, observed the resolve in my eyes, and without a word, moved to kiss me full on the lips, trying to continue his game of distraction. His tongue slipped between mine, coaxing, desperate for my obedience, but I withheld my compliance. I wasn’t a sub anymore. I’d enjoyed playing the part, knew I would incorporate it as a component in my sexual repertoire in the future, but Ginny was right: for me, it had always been just role-play and a way for me to prove Ron’s accusations wrong. I’d been successful in giving up all control with Draco, taking on the stereotypical role of my gender in the bedroom – and in our relationship - as the sexually submissive. But that wasn’t who I was deep inside or what I wanted long-term. In my bed and in my romantic life, I wanted an equal partner.

I felt his understanding as he pulled his mouth away, resting his face in the crook of my shoulder. He sighed with defeat. “You’ve switched on me, like you said you would.”

I nodded, swallowing back the hollow ache, unable to speak.

With tremendous strength, he got his knees under him, and pulled us both up. I straddled his lap, my skirt rising high up my waist, his magnificent arousal pressing into the center of me, reminding me of what I was giving up. He kept his face hidden in my neck as he held me tightly to him. “I… have to let you go, don’t I?”

My tears burned us both as I turned my nose into his hairline and wept. The truth was I didn’t want him to say goodbye. I wanted him to love me as I loved him. But he wasn’t ready, and I wasn’t sure he ever would be. And, to be fair, I couldn’t let myself hang about waiting for him to figure it out, playing second or even third fiddle in his affections all the while, as that would turn me into someone I wouldn’t like. Besides, I still believed the old adage that if it’s real, there are no doubts. That he hesitated on committing to me told me enough.

“Yes,” I miserably whispered, answering his question. “You do.”

Very slowly, he opened his arms and on trembling knees, I stood up. He didn’t look at me as I moved past him to gather my beaded bag from the carpet, nor as I extricated my wand and held it aloft, preparing to Disapparate back to the club (I had to go back for Gin, to make sure she was all right, but then, I was going home).

“Thank you,” I hesitated to leave. Just a moment more… I wanted to say this. I had to, even if his back was still to me, and he was still kneeling on the floor, his booted feet tucked up under him, and I couldn’t see his beautiful face. “I loved every moment we shared. I’ll keep it all with me, every bit in my heart, for always.”

He didn’t reply. He didn’t so much as twitch.

“Goodbye, Draco.”

The spell took me in its arms and directed me away with a crack and a flash.

It was over.

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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