Well? asks Hermione, the moment her
husband enters the flat. What did he say?
Ron sidesteps her, and heads for the sitting room.
Ronald, she insists, following him through
the door, did he agree to give us more time?
Ron flings himself on the couch, and Hermione loses her temper.
For goodness sake, TELL ME! she bellows,
becauseafter allits her wholl sufferher
that will have to sell her pearl earrings (inherited from her
grandmother) and her jewelled watch (a twenty-first birthday present
from her parents) to pay off his gambling debts. Did
Ron looks up at her with his bright blue eyes, and theres
something in them she doesnt likesomething feverish.
The ferret doesnt want the money, he says. He
wants you. And it must be obvious that she doesnt
understand, because he adds, Hell give me back my
marker if youll spend the night with him. You should
have seen the smirk on his stupid bloody face when he said we
could make it a permanent arrangementI could lose as much
as I wanted if you were willing to work off the debt. I could
have ripped his fucking balls off.
Later, shell realise that her reactions entirely
inappropriate. But... Why would he want me?
she wonders. Im thirty-eight!
It takes her a split-second to make the decision, and several
hours to screw up the courage to tell Ron. Im going
to do it, she says.
One night, Ron. Just one night, and its all sorted.
She spreads her hands. And it wont cost us a sickle.
Wont cost us? You think that knowing my wife
is having sex with thatthat fucking shit wont
cost me anything?
Hermione knows that gamblings a disease, and she knows
how hard hes been fighting it, butso help hershe
could throttle him. Youre the one who fell
off the bloody wagon, Ron, she hisses, and in Malfoys
gambling den, of all places!
Cant you see Im sorry?
Look, she says, stiffly, Im going
to lie back, and think of England, and youll just have to
do the same. And she stands up, because the discussions
Where are you going? he asks.
To get ready, she says. Owl Malfoy and find
out where he wants me to meet him.
She can feel Rons eyes boring into her back as she leaves
the room. Do you think I dont know youve always
bloody-well fancied him? he yells.
But he sends the owl.
She showers, using an expensive Muggle body wash that leaves
her skin lightly perfumed and feeling silky; she applies a little
make up, and tames her hair into an elegant twist, securing it
with a silver pin that matches her heavy earrings; she dresses
with care, teaming her best robes of midnight blue silk with a
vintage Dior coat her parents had given her for her tenth wedding
She glances in the mirror, and shes pleased with what she
A cultivated, self-assured woman of a certain age whos
comfortable with her own sexuality, she thinks.
Its a good disguise.
At the bedroom door she pauses, goes back to her dressing table,
opens her jewel box, and takes out her precious Vacheron watch.
Its ridiculously valuable, but its beautiful, and
the sapphires in the bracelet match the blue of her robes.
She knows that parting with it would have broken her heart.
Whereas sleeping with Malfoy... she thinks.
She secures the watch around her wrist. Like an amulet.
You look bloody lovely, says Ron, turning away because,
she realises, hes tearing up.
Thank you. I didnt want to give him any excuse to
make one of his pauper comments, she says, feeling
the need to explain, though they both know shes only telling
half the story.
Ron gives her Malfoys address, and she takes up a handful
of Floo powder and casts it into the flames.
Malfoys gambling den, The Silver Wand,
stands in the cleaned-up and newly redeveloped Knockturn Alley.
On the surface, its a respectable licensed casino, where
the young and beautiful (together with the not-so-young and beautiful)
of the Wizarding world flock to experience the thrill of losing
money, andmore importantlyto see and be seen.
To those in the know, howeverand the job that Ron will
lose, should Malfoy ever choose to reveal the extent of his debts,
puts him in the knowThe Silver Wand is also
at the centre of every Dark magic, misused Muggle artefact, and
addictive potion racket in Wizarding Britain, though nothing has
ever been pinned on Malfoy himself.
Hermione steps out of the fireplace and finds herself standing
in an opulently furnished apartmentMalfoys private
chambers, rumoured to be hidden within the The Silver
Wand itself, and to be accessible only by Portkeyif
so, he must have connected it to the Floo network just for her.
The décorunfortunatelyreminds her of Malfoy
Manor, all solid oak, sumptuous velvet, and ancient tapestries,
though the effects tempered by the same severe good taste
that Malfoy had always displayed at school.
She glances round...
And she gasps, because there he is, leaning against a pillar,
Other than a few distant glimpses at Kings Cross station,
its the first time shes seen him in years. And
those years, she thinks, have been kind to him. Yes, his
hairlines receding a little, but thats fine with those
cheekbones... And that amazing body. Hes dressed
in traditional black robes, which emphasise his tall, elegant
frame; his platinum hairs long, falling to just below his
shoulders; and he still exudes that cool arrogance that used to
have most of the girls in Hogwarts wetting their knickers.
Merlin, Granger, he says, looking her up and down,
youre a beautiful woman.
Hermione frowns, surprised by the compliment, and by the effort
it takes to get herself back on track. You are serious,
she says, trying to establish some ground rules before things
go any further. Youll cancel Rons debt if I
If you spend the night in my bed. Yes, Granger.
And you wont ask for anything elseno favours
An Auror in my pocket, he says, unwinding himself
from the pillar and approaching her. (Hes the most graceful
man shes ever seen). Thats a very good idea.
Hermione bites her lip.
But he places his hand on his heart, and bows slightly. No,
Granger, he says, I wont try to have my cake
and eat it. You have my word. Then he stretches out that
teasing hand, and invites her to come to him and, when she takes
a few cautious steps forwards, he seems to scoop her up, and guide
herhis hand just resting on her backacross
the room, through a pair of carved doors, and into a luxurious
You live here?
Malfoy laughs. I do occasionally stay overnight,
he says, but this beds seldom slept in.
Hermiones stomach flutters. Whats all this
I need a good shag.
She stops dead. You have hundreds of women, Malfoy,
she says. Ive seen the pictures in Witch Weeklybeautiful,
young women, whod sleep with you at the drop of a
Why? Why throw away five thousand galleons,Rons
gambling debtto have someone like me?
Not someone like you, Granger, he says, trying
to coax her onto the bed. You. Just you...
I dont understand it.
Oh, I think you do... He gives up trying to manoeuvre
her, and sits down on the bed himself. Lookthose girlsyes,
theyre young, and theyre beautiful, and they look
good on my arm. But, when we come in here,he waves
his hand, indicating the bedroomits always the
same story... And Im so tired of whores, moaning
and groaning and telling me Im the best thing ever, whenin
realityall theyre doing is gritting their teeth and
thinking of the money. He smiles up at her, ruefully. I
want real sex, Granger. With a real woman. I want you.
But... You have your wife, says Hermione. And
He laughs, and theres a bitterness in him that chills her
blood. Astoria, he says, cant handle
me. And he rises to his feet, and starts unbuttoning
Oh, no, Draco, no! She reaches out to stop
him. Not yet!
But he ignores her protests and, slipping his hand inside his
trousers, he lifts himself out, and his cocks as thick as
her forearm, and almost as long, and its jutting out from
his body in a heavy curve, still not fully erect. Astoria
cant take this, he says.
Hermione swallows. How did she ever get pregnant?
Malfoy laughs again and, this time, its a deep, belly laugh,
filled with genuine mirth. Youre priceless, Granger,
you know that? Still too inquisitive for your own good!
He stretches out his arms andsomehowthe distance between
them closes, andwith a gentleness Hermione doesnt
expecthe wraps his arms around her, and holds her tight,
and she can feel his cock, big against her bellyfeel it
moving as it grows harder. St Mungos gave us a potion,
he says, to relax her. But it knocked her out, andbelieve
meshagging a woman whos practically unconscious is
Hermiones legs are trembling.
I do give them a good time, Granger, he murmurs,
nuzzling her throat. All of them. I swear it. None of them
ever leaves here disappointed. He kisses her neck. Im
told I have a talented mouth,kissand
magic fingers,chuckle and kissand
women who can take some of my cock,kissnever
have any complaints,kissbut I
dont get to come, Granger. Not inside a woman. And thats
the true story of my sex life,kisshours
and hours of foreplay, followed by disappointment,kisspain,kissand
a desperate wank. If I could stop needing it so much,kissif
I could just cut it off, and be free of this bloody need...
He lifts his head, and his eyes meet hers. But I cant,
Granger. I cant! And the less I get, the more I want. Thats
the truth behind those pictures in Witch Weekly. My never-ending
quest... He grasps a handful of her hair and, pushing it
aside, he bites her ear lobe.
Hermione squeaksand feels him smile against her skin before
he nips her again.
Draco... she gasps, her body arching up in his arms.
Whatever else happens tonight, Granger, I promise you,
youll be thoroughly satisfied.
But... Draco... Oh... Draco... Ive been with
one man, for nineteen years...
And I know you, Granger, he says, shaking
his head. Hes boring. And you,he brings
a hand to her breastyoure a firestorm trapped
in his bedroom...
With his thumb, he brushes one of her nipples through the thin
silk of her robes, and Hermione feels something twisting, like
a blade, in her core. Oh, Draco...
His breaths hot on her neck. You know how
Im hung, Granger, he whispers, and you still
want it. And I want you. I want you so fucking
much. Because youre not afraid of anything.
He kisses her mouth savagely, sliding one hand into the small
of her back to yank her against him.
Hermiones legs give way, but hes holding her so tightly,
she doesnt fall.
Youre the bravest woman Ive ever known, Hermione
Granger, and you love big cock.
She closes her eyes and, supported by his arms, she lets her
body do what it will.
Id given up hope, Malfoy murmurs into her bosom,
of getting another chance with you. I really had. But when
that moron lost his shirt, and tried to make a deal with me, I
thought, This is it, Draco. He takes her hand from
where its pressed to his chest and, drawing it between them,
he brings it down to his erection. Remember that,
Granger,its head fills her palmremember
how it feels?
And shes missed it.
Late at night, after a perfectly pleasant time with Ron, shes
lain awake remembering the nights she used to spend with Malfoy
in their final year at Hogwarts, remembering what it felt like
to be fucked to her very limits, and how it felt, for hours and
hours afterwards, when her pussy was still quivering and the sweet
ache inside her was like a foretaste of their next encounter.
She lifts her head, and meets his gaze, and the aches there,
right now, deep and keen and begging to be filled, and stretched,
and damn near ripped asunder.
Oh gods, I do want you, Draco, she moans,
her cheeks flaming. I want you to fuck me.
He removes her coat, and her slinky robes, and peels off her
lacy bra and panties, kissing her, and telling her how beautiful
she ishow glamorous, how sexyand, for those few moments,
Hermione understands his trophy women.
When shes naked, he carefully unfastens her precious watch
and lays it upon the bedside tableAn exquisite gift
for an exquisite daughter, Granger,takes out her silver
earrings, and pulls the pin from her hair, smiling as the crazy
mass cascades around her shoulders, and murmuring, Now thats
the Granger I remember!
Then, without further ceremony, he vanishes his own robes, and
climbs onto the bed beside her.
Hermione looks at the cock looming over her. Wouldnt
you like, she says, towell, you knowtake
the edge off things first?
Malfoys still playing with her hair. What do you
He frowns. Go and have a wank?
No. She reaches up. Hes too thick for her small
hand, but hes so beautifulrock hard now, and deliciously
warmand she smiles as she fondles him, letting her thumb
stroke his head, and the underside of his shaft, and then lightly
brush his balls. Id do it for you, she
says, or, if you like, I could hold you whilst you
did it and, that way, you wouldnt get so frustrated
Youre so kind, arent you, Granger? He
catches her hand, and lifts it to his lips. So thoughtful...
And, closing his eyes, he presses his cheek against her palm.
But I want to fuck you, Granger. I want to feel normal.
I understand, she says, softly.
Good. He gives her hand one last kiss, gently
places it at her waist, then settles down beside her. So,
he says, lets get you ready.
He twines his fingers with hers and, bringing their clasped hands
down, he guides them between her thighs, and encourages her to
pleasure herself. Despite what I may have said before, Granger,
he says, leaning in to kiss her cheek, I really do enjoy
Thats why youre so good at it.
He guides her hand, making her toy with her clit, watching her
reaction to different touches and, very soon, Hermionewhos
never found it hard to comeis feeling the prickle of imminent
release. She groans, tilting her hips in anticipation.
Close? he whispers.
He kisses her mouth and, unlacing his hand from hers, he slips
his fingers inside her, and finds that place.
Oh, she gasps. Oh, Draco... No...
Her hips are rocking, riding his hand, her backs arching,
and she feels a sudden, sharp need
Youre beautiful, Granger, he growls, and his
touch grows firmer. Youre so fucking beautiful...
Hermione cries out, writhing in desperation. His hands
killing hershe cant bear it, not a moment longerand
her cries become one long, ululating scream as her insides suddenly
push, forcing something warm and wet and vital out of her in a
great wave of pleasure, andOh gods, oh godsDracos
there, filling her with his big cock, and thrusting, thrusting,
thrusting her out of her mind...
Her body jerks and she comes again, her petulant howl sounding
like a toddler having a temper tantrum.
Malfoy lowers her onto the bed. I think you need a rest,
Smiling blissfully, Hermione reaches out and grasps his wonderful
phallus, but he hisses through his teeth and, taking the hint,
she pulls her hand away.
You didnt come, she says.
Tell me about it.
He lies back on the pillows with a heavy sigh. I just cant
Im not taking enough of you inside me, am I?
I really thought... He sighs again. But no.
Time for another bloody wank. He rakes his long hair out
of his face. Your offer still open?
Shes tired, but it doesnt matter. Of course,
she says, stretching out her arms, and he settles into them, and
lays his head upon her bosom.
She reaches down, and runs her fingers along his length, considering
how best to pleasure him. His cocks thick, tapering
only slightly from its root to its large, well proportioned headperhaps
if she were to kneel between his thighs, and gather it between
her breasts, and use her hands, and her mouth
Ill do it, Granger, he says. You
justI dont knowjust bloody cuddle me.
But wouldnt you rather
Hes turning down what he could have, she
thinks, because he cant have what he wants. A
Malfoy never accepts second best... Feeling desperately sorry
for himand terribly guiltyshe wraps her arms around
him, and holds him as tightly as she can.
Malfoy grasps himself with his right hand, and strokes himself
His shaft curves a little towards his belly, and has a broad
ridge running its full length, which makes it look exceptionally
hard and strong, and she cant imagine how any woman could
possibly see it and not long to feel it thrusting inside her.
She squeezes her thighs together, trying to shut up the hungry
void between them, and finds herself wondering whether his climax
will be just as bigwill he explode all over her, and cover
her in come?
Merlin, she thinks, watching hims driving me
crazy. She knows that, for him, its little more than
scratching an itch. If only I could still give him what he
needs. If I could just remember... Draco, she
says, We used to do it doggy style.
What? Hes stopped, mid-stroke. Oh,
fucking hell, he groans, I really need to concentrate
on this, Granger...
But Hermiones stopped listening. It was called the
frog, she says, excitedly. Id read about
it in a womens magazine.
And it worked! For you! She slides out from
under him, and rolls over, getting onto her hands and knees, andher
body remembering the correct position despite the yearsshe
leans down, with her head almost on the bed. Dont
you at least want to try it?
Try it? She feels his hands touch her arsealmost
reluctantlyand then knead it with more enthusiasm, and then
she feels him lean over her, and press his lips to the small of
her back and, suddenly, hes stopped sounding annoyed and
started sounding like a pig in the proverbial. How do you
keep this thing looking so bloody lovely, Granger?
She grins. Are you ever going to fuck me?
Yes, maam. He grasps her thighs, and she feels
his cock nudge her pussy. Can you spread your legs a bit
wider? Just... Oh yes... Just like that... Yes...
One of his hands slides round her thigh, and cups her mound, and
his mouth comes close to her ear. Ready?
Shes dripping wet, what with watching him handle himself,
and their earlier lovemaking has left her stretched wide, So,
now, she thinks, it should be easy. Yes.
She feels him push, overcome the slight resistance, andin
one swift thrustfill her impossibly full. She hears him
hiss, and wonders whether shes managed to take all
of him at lastand when he starts to move, and she feels
his hips hitting her buttocks, she laughs out loud.
A few strokes later, shes gasping, Feelfeel
She interprets his incoherent noises as a yes.
His fuckings relentless, forcing ungovernable wails from
somewhere deep in her chest, but shes loving itloving
itand it doesnt occur to her how it must sound until
Malfoy groans, Dyou needdyou needdyou
need me to stop, Granger?
NO! she cries. No! Dont you
He grunts, and keeps pounding.
And Hermione feels the start of another orgasm, and she claws
up the bedsheets and, gritting her teeth, she rides it out in
silence, because this time its about him and, though
the climax leaves her almost painfully sensitive, she keeps quiet,
and lets him fuck her harder and harder until, when his strength
has begun to give out, and the frustrations creeping back
into his voice, he suddenly announces, with complete surprise,
Oh. Im coming.
And he loses it then, driving in deep to ejaculate, until Hermione
cries out in genuine pain, and he immediately pulls back, and
shes afraid shes ruined it for him, but nonohes
already passed the point of no return, and she feels him coming,
filling her up with liquid warmth, and when, with a final desperate
cry, he thrusts again, and empties the last of himself inside
her, it somehow sends her, not into another climax, but into something
thats still wonderful, and she shouts, Yes!trying
to let him know that she can take it, that she wants it,
wants even more of ityes, Draco! Yes!
And, as they both collapse with exhaustion, him on top of her,
she feels his mouth against her ear, and hears him whispering
thingssecret things shes sure she was never
meant to hear.
Hermione wakes to find Malfoy watching herstudying
She smiles. Hello.
He turns onto his back. You have two options, he
says, and she knows the classic Malfoy sneers just there
to hide his vulnerability. You can stay with me, or you
can go back to the Weasel.
Thats the choice, he says.
I have children.
So do I.
Its not the same.
Because... She sighs. Because youre a
Malfoy, and if you want custody, youll get it. Im
only a Granger, and if I leave Ron... She grasps his arm,
desperately. I cant lose my kids, Draco!
Then youd better go, he says, shrugging her
He throws back the covers and climbs out of bed.
Hermione watches him cross the room, tall and graceful and surprisingly
densely muscled, his cock big even though its soft.
And her bodys battered and aching but, when she looks at
him, the ache translates seamlessly into fresh desire. Despite
whats about to happenand she knows it must
happenshe wants him.
She clenches her fists.
He opens a cabinetappropriately carved, she notices, with
scenes of Mars and Venuspulls out one of the drawers, and
retrieves a piece of parchment, which he brings back to the bed.
Here, he says, throwing it on the coverlet.
Hermione recognises Rons signature. Its his marker.
Thank you, she says, genuinely grateful that hes
keeping his side of the bargainshe knows shes delivered
hers. Can I at least have a bath? she asks.
She may be resigned to this terrible ending, but she cant
go home as she is.
If you want, he replies, but dont hang
about. Make sure youre gone by the time I get back.
Rons waiting by the fireplaceHermione can see that
hes been there all night.
What happened? he asks, leaping to his feet.
She hands him his marker.
Oh, thank Merlin! He clasps it to his chest.
Yes, she says, thank him.
He looks down at her. You all right?
Just a bit tired.
Why are you walking funny?
Oh, Ronald, why dyou think? She runs
a hand through her damp hair. Malfoys,No,
she realises, I mustnt tell him Malfoys bighe
Ron frowns, and she knows hes trying to work out what she
means. Did he hurt you?
Noreally, he didnt. But he waswell,
I think it had been a long time for him.
Ron doesnt look convinced. Hes seen all the pictures
in Witch Weekly, too.
Look, Ive got a splitting headache, and I could do
with a lie downdyou think you could Floo the Office
and let them know I wont be in today?
Yeah... Course. Do you want me to
No... Thanks, but Im just dead on my feet.
She crawls into bed and, curling up in a ball, she lets herself
cry, pressing her clenched fist to her mouth to muffle the sound.
She cant bear it.
Not Malfoys behaviour that morningnoshe knows
what hed wanted, and knows that his Malfoy pride wouldnt
let him accept her refusal gracefully.
A Malfoy never accepts second best.
She knows that hes in at least as much pain as she is.
And probably drinking himself brain dead...
No, what she cant bear is the memory of the declaration
hed made when hed finally come, the feelings that
had poured out of him when hed been at his most open, his
most vulnerable. It hurts too much, but she cant stop replaying
it in her mind, cant stop hearing it, over and over again.
Cant stop reliving her own hearts response to it.
Shed always told herself that her youthful dalliance with
Malfoy had meant nothingthat breaking up with him and settling
down with Ron had been growing up.
Now shes having to face the truth.
And she cant bear it.
She burrows under the blankets, and cries herself to sleep.