The bar of the Leaky Cauldron
What do you want, Granger?
Malfoys greetings hardly an invitation, but Hermione
sits down anyway. In her mind, shes automatically correcting
her name to Weasleythough, fortunately, she doesnt
say it out loud.
Wouldnt that be ironic?
Can I buy you a drink? she asks.
Do what? His surprise is genuine.
A Firewhisky, she explains.
All right, he says, at last.
She waves to Hannah Abbott, and the landlady levitates the tray
of drinks Hermiones already ordered, and delivers it to
Malfoy picks up his glass and raises it in a mock toast. To
you, Granger, he says, and takes a healthy swig. So,he
looks at her curiouslywhat do you want?
Malfoys never been conventionally handsomenot like,
say, Cormac McLaggenbut hes always had that special
something that marks out a man with a strong sex drive. A man,
Hermione thinks, whos only interested in real
womenwomen who are sensual and uninhibited...
To be honest, she hasnt planned this part, and thats
not like her. But shed been too upset, too emotional, to
think of much beyond finding Malfoy, the well-known philanderer,
a man she hasnt seen in years, and persuading him to have
a drink with her.
She decides to tell him a partial truth: I want to find
out what Im missing.
She says it so lightly, so candidly, only the fact that shes
blushing like a virgin on her wedding night must make it clear
what she means, and its obvious that Malfoy cant quite
believe it. So, he says, youre asking
You have a reputation, she replies.
For shagging anything in a skirt. Yes. But reporters make
things up, Granger. You know that. To sell papers. He knocks
back the rest of his FirewhiskyThanks for the drink,
though,and he goes to stand up.
Hermione grabs his wrist. She knows that not all of the stories
are false; she works with one of his conquests. Why wont
He shakes off her hand. Youre married.
Most of youryour women are married, too.
Not like you are, Granger. He nods her a curt goodbye,
and turns to leave.
Is it because Im a Mudblood?
He stops dead; turns back. Hes angry. Shes hit a
raw nerve. What?
Is it that you wont have sex with a Mudblood?
She lifts her chin, and her eyes meet his defiantly.
For a long moment, the busy Leaky Cauldron seems empty; Hermiones
aware of nothing but her and Malfoy, and the sudden sexual tension
thats started drawing them together, like a rope...
Then, Hannah, he calls, over the hubbub, Ill
use my room, please. A key rises from its hook behind the
bar, sails over the sea of heads, and lands lightly in his waiting
Malfoy still hasnt taken his eyes off Hermione. Youd
better not back out of this, Granger, he warns.
Malfoys room is opulent.
The huge, canopied bed is hung with green silk damask and covered
with thick, silvery furs. To the right, an antique sideboard is
well-stocked with various Firewhiskys, brandies, and a magnum
of champagne in a silver cooler. To the right, a tall, black,
Indian cabinet, painted with tiny figures that, on closer inspection,
seem to be enacting positions from the Karma Sutra, stands
with its doors slightly ajar. Beside the crackling fire, an ancient,
adult-sized rocking horse hints at more whimsical pleasures.
Hermione presumes that Hannahs let Malfoy furnish the room
She sits down on the edge of the bed.
She wont back outthats not in her nature, once
shes decided on a course of actionbut she cant
help feeling guilty at the thought of breaking her marriage vows.
Hes a fool, says Malfoy, and Hermione wonders
if hes using Legilimency on her. She cant hold
a candle to you, Granger.
She watches him remove his tie pin. Does everyone know
about them? she asks.
Its not common gossip. His cuff links join
the tie pin on the sideboard. But I cant be the only
one whos noticed the way two people who used to be close
colleagues are suddenly pretending they hardly know each other.
Hermione chews her lip. The feeling of betrayals almost
Malfoy removes his wedding ring. Then he draws his wand from
his sleeve and sets it down next to his jewellery.
Last chance to say no, he says, briskly. Hes
looming over her now, and theres a hint ofofof
dominance about him that has nothing to do with real life,
and everything to do with the roles theyre going to play
in the sex theyre about to have. Hermiones never felt
anything quite like it before, and she finds it disturbingly exciting.
No, she says, breathlessly. I mean, no, I want
He holds out his hands, she takes them, and he raises her to
He could undress her with magic, of course, but Hermione can
see that he enjoys doing it himselfhis long, sensitive fingers
linger on the buttons of her blouse, then caress aside the fabric,
and ghost over her breasts, tracing her cleavage...
And, suddenly, this isnt about Ron and revenge any more.
Suddenly, its about her, and what she wantswhat
she needs to learn about herself.
Suddenly, her heads less important than her body.
She closes her eyes, and immerses herself in her other senses,
surprised at how the mere brush of Malfoys fingertips can
send a jolt of electricity through her body and make her vitals
clench, can affect her so powerfully down there, thatthatthatoh
god, she doesnt even know how to describe these sensations,
she just knows shes grateful shes feeling them, at
She opens her eyes and gazes up at him.
Hes too experienced not to recognise that most of this
is new to her, but he doesnt humiliate her by pointing out
what a failure her marriage bed must be. Youre a beautiful
woman, Granger, he murmurs, leaning in and nuzzling her
neck, and, Merlin knows, you deserve better;he
cups her breastsyou deserve silk,his teeth
graze her skin,perfumes,his hands slide
down to her waist and draw her closerfurs...
He lifts his head, and studies her face as though its a
valuable objet dart. Ive always wanted
to fuck you, Granger.
Hermiones innards melt and pool between her legs; it seems
shes always wanted to fuck him, too.
Draco... she croaks.
The next few moments are a blur of sensationsomehow, shes
lying on her back on the soft, fur coverlet. Malfoys arms
are braced either side of her, his thighs are parting her legs,
and hishishis cockoh, yes, his cockis
there, pushing inside her, filling her, and ohohhhoh
god, it feels good!
She reacts instinctively, doing things shes never had the
nerveor the desireto do before, wrapping her arms
and her legs around him, pulling him into her, meeting his thrustsso
deep and hard.
And her bodyherherher pussyyes,
her pussyoh, her pussy was made for this!
How in Merlins name has she lived so long without it?
She hears someone moaningsobbingcrying outcursingand
she realises its her, and she cant control the words
that come tumbling from her mouth, nor the spasms that wrack her
body; she moans and she writhes; its wonderful, but she
knows shes striving for something more...
And then she feels itfeels its promise, its precious, elusive
promiseand she begs Malfoystrains to reach it, begging
himand her last thought, before she dies, is that shes
filled with sex; shes nothing but sex.
She comes round suddenly; she has no idea how long shes
Id heard there were women who passed out when they
had an orgasm, says Malfoy. Hes summoned a damp sponge
from somewhere and hes sponging her forehead with it. But
Ive never actually had one before. He seems proud
to have added her to his portfolio. Better? He reaches
over, and tosses the sponge into a basin on the bedside cabinet.
Hermione knows he means more than Have you recovered?
He means, Have you found what you were looking for?
And she realises shes made a mistake.
Shed thought that having sex with Malfoy would make things
even with Ron, and that that would be an end to it. Instead,
she finds that Malfoys love-making has not only shown her
whats been missing in her life, its also shown her
how much she likesnono, not likeshow much she
That depends, she answers him, truthfully, on
whether youre willing to do this on a regular basis.
Malfoys face is a picture, and it feels good to have shocked
the Slytherin Sex God. In fact, Hermione continues,
realising that she doesnt want to have to wait, can
we do it again now?
It seems Ive set you free, says Malfoy.
Yes, says Hermione, I think you have.
He reaches down and, with a fingertip, brushes a lock of hair
from her forehead. And youve got seven years of pent-up
frustration to release, he says. No wonder you passed
out. Then he takes her hand, raises it to his lips, and
adds, very formally, I shall be happy to service you whenever
and wherever you require it, Granger.
Shall I set up a regular bankers draft?
He laughs, and Hermione realises its the first time shes
ever seen him genuinely amusedat school, his laughter had
always been tainted by cruelty and contempt.
Show me what you like, she says, eagerly. I
want to know everything; I want to try it all;she
waves her hand towards the little figures on the painted cabinet,
endlessly making loveall of those different ways.
Wed be here a long time.
Malfoy smiles. Theres no rush, Granger, he
says, leaning down and kissing her. Not if were going
to meet regularly. Merlin,kissyoure
a sexy woman...
Malfoys room, seven days later
Hermiones fingers bite into Malfoys shoulders. Oh
god, she cries, Im there again!
Moments earlier, hed proved to her that the G-spot really
did exist. Now theyre in her new favourite positionMalfoys
kneeling, Hermiones straddling his thighsand hes
grasping her hips, pulling her onto his vigorous thrusts.
Shes going to come hard.
Why do you do it? she asks later, when theyre
taking a brief rest, lying side-by-side on the bed. She knows
she doesnt need to explain she means, Why do you feel
the need to sleep with so many women? Shes found that
she and Malfoy are always on the same page.
I like sex, he says, and she smiles at the understatement.
How often do you need it? She turns onto her side
to look at him.
Malfoy sighs. How longs a piece of string?
he says. I can survive on once a day, if I have to. I masturbate,
of course, but... He shrugs. Thats just a stop-gap.
And what happens if you have to go without?
Is this research?
Im just curious.
If I dont get it,he turns to face herIm
like a Veela who cant find its mateIm a danger
to everyoneIm on edge; I cant focus; I have
a permanent erection; my balls ache like rotten teeth. The slightest
touch of my underwears unbearable. He stretches out
a hand, and strokes her tangled hair from her face. I think
Im going to die. I get to the point where I have
to do itanywhere with anyone. He sighs again. I
must get through a dozen secretaries a year.
Hermiones taken aback.
He sees her shock, and adds, They leave me because they
think theyre in love with me and I cant return their
feelings, Granger, not because I abuse them, or exploit them in
any way. Ive never had a woman who wasnt one hundred
per cent willing.
You must end up masturbating a lot, she says, drily.
Shes surprised when he laughs. Youre brilliant,
Grangeryou know that? No, youd be surprised how many
women throw themselves at memake up some excuse to get me
alone, and pounceor they come to me shyly, like you did,
and ask. Its the advantage of having, as you put it, a reputation.
You give out all the right signals, says Hermione.
Then she frowns. But you refused me, to start with.
We had a difficult history.
Im so glad you changed your mind, she says,
and lets her eyes travel over his pale, lean body, admiring his
long, graceful limbs packed with hard, well-defined muscle, and
his cock, lyingsoft, but swollenon his thigh... She
feels the newly-familiar tug of desiregod, how she wants
to take him in her mouth, or smother him between her breasts,
until hes rock hard, and then fuck him!but she lets
herself savour it, wondering what it would be like to be married
to a man like Malfoy, and have sex every day, several times a
It sounds like paradise.
What about your wife? she asks. Does she enjoy
Astoria finds sex demeaningshe sleeps with me because
shes obliged to give me an heir; once shes done that,
her bedroom door will be locked. But it doesnt matter,
he adds, without a trace of shame, because I like variety,
Granger. I like the feel of different bodiesthe way a small
woman makes me feel powerful, and a big woman can make me feel
like a teenager again. I love coaxing shy women, and educating
innocent women, and learning new tricks from experienced women.
Every womans different, and I love all of them. He
looks up at her, thoughtfully. You must be the only woman
in the world a man could say this to, Hermione Know-it-all Granger.
The human Remembrall.
Hermiones not at all sure she likes storing his confession.
But then he stretches up, and kisses her mouth, and his hand
slips between her thighs, and things quickly lead to another round
of strenuous love-making, andlater, when hes drifted
off to sleep, and shes lying beside him, spent and deliciously
satisfied, listening to his regular breathingshe realises
she has something else to think about, because thered been
a tenderness to Malfoys kisses that had seemed...
Malfoys room, seven weeks later
You wanted more than that, though, didnt you?
he gasps, sliding from her damp body and settling beside her.
Recently, theyve discovered that Hermione likes to be dominated
during sex. No wonder Weasley left you
I left him, Draco, she interrupts, crisply.
And it was amicable, thank you. Hes moved in with
I just meant that you must have intimidated him, Granger.
With an effort, he pushes himself up on his elbows and looks down
at her. Suddenly, after all those years of lying back, thinking
of Wizarding England, and letting him do whatever he wanted to
you, you were howling, and passing out, and having multiple orgasms...
You must have had him shitting it! He reaches out and, very
gently, begins drawing circles on her belly. Youre
getting to know your own body, Hermione Granger, and your bodys
adventurousMerlin, youre even starting to intimidate
me. And, the thing is... I cant take you any further than
this, Granger. Disciplines not my thing. But I can introduce
you to someone wholl be happy to initiate youif thats
what you want.
How do you know someone like that? asks Hermione,
fascinated by this sudden insight into male bonding.
Draco shrugs. Ive known him since we were all at
Hermiones sincerely hoping it isnt Goyle,
when the full implications of Dracos offer occur to her:
Do you want to be rid of me?
Rid of you? Whatever gave you that idea? His hand
comes up to stroke her cheek. Its just that I think
you need to find out who you really arefind your ultimate
limitsthats all. Maybe youll discover that disciplines
a step too far, and come back to me. But I dont think youll
ever be truly happy until youve tried it.
Youre sososo matter of fact about
sex, says Hermione. Everything about the situations
making her uncomfortable. Youd think a man who needs
it so much would be nothing but instinct, but youre just
the opposite. Youre cool and calculating. Sex is your career.
Do you still see other women, Draco? She knows its
a foolish question, but theyre meeting almost every day
now, and spending hours together, and she realises that shes
Does it matter? he asks.
That means Yes.
No, that means, Does it matter?
Hermione lets her head sink back into the pillow. She tries to
imagine Malfoy with another womanimagine the other woman
feeling him thrusting inside her...
And it hurts. Yes, she whispers.
Oh, Granger... Suddenly his arms are round her and
hes kissing her in that tender way he has with her when
hes at his least guarded, and her hearts torn between
joy and misery. How did I ever let this happen? he
I dont want to see another man, says Hermione,
miserably. I only want you.
I cant give you what you need, sweetheart.
I dont care.
I cant promise to be faithful.
IIIll have to live with that...
I care for you, Hermione. I do. Youre my equalthe
only woman Ive ever felt Id be happy to live with,
the only woman I can imagine growing old with. But you know what
Im likeIm just not built to be faithful to one
Hermione panics. She cant risk losing Malfoy, cant
risk going back to being the mousy little woman she used to be!
Maybe if she does as he suggested? Maybe she can explore her need
for domination, and outgrow it? Who is he, she asks,
this man you know?
Blaise. Wrapped in Malfoys arms, with her head on
his shoulder, Hermione closes her eyes and tries to visualise
Hes handsomeyes, better looking than Draco, if shes
honestand she doesnt think it would be hard to have
sex with him, if he were willing.
She conjures up an image of them together, and sees herself,
naked, with her wrists chained above her head, and Blaise, standing
behind her, holding a cane
Out of the corner of her eye, she notices that theres
someone else in the room
Blaises cane slices through the air and cuts into her arse
like a knife, and she writhes; the pain is unbearable... Then
relief follows in a marvellous, glowing wave, turning her sobs
into a moan of pleasure and, proudly, she turns her head, wanting
to see if the third person is watching her
Its Draco, of course. But hes far too busy fucking
another woman to spare a thought for her. Hermione sees his muscles
ripple as he thrusts, sees the thick root of his cock disappear
Blaise canes her again and she cries out, enduring the pain,
and waiting for the pleasure
Dracos in a position that, Hermione knows from experience,
will allow him last forever, and she can hear the faceless woman
babbling, telling himtelling her Dracothat
hes the besthes the best ever
Aaagggh! Hermione screams as Blaise brings the cane
down again. Then the pleasure fills her, and shes wet, and
swollen, and throbbing and, with her hands chained, and with Blaise
refusing to touch her, theres no way to ease her need
But she can watch Dracoher Dracoher glorious
Dracowatch him fucking
Oh! she cries and, on the brink of a fantasy-orgasm,
she pushes Malfoy down onto the bed.
An Unbreakable Vow, she gasps, trying desperately
to impale herself upon him, you and Ioh, god!Malfoy
takes pity on her, and guides her onto his cockyou
and I, Draco,oh, he feels good!you and
I would swear always to keep a part of our hearts exclusively
for the other, and then wedwedwed
be free to seek variety, or to explore our other needs but, deep
down, wed always belong to each other.
Malfoy grabs her hips, breaking her rhythm. Youre
playing with fire, Granger, he growls, through clenched
teeth. He holds her still for several long moments, until shes
sure he must have made a decision, but all he says is: Ride
All right, he gasps, suddenly, Ill make
ityour Unbreakable VowIllIll
His voice is strangled, and Hermiones surprised because,
for the first time since theyve been lovers, she can see
that shes made him lose itthat hes coming too
soon. She watches him, letting him do what he must, loving the
look of sheer amazement that crosses his face as his climax possesses
himand shes happy, because she knows she owed him
When his body relaxes, he lets out a sigh of profound satisfaction.
Then, Merlins balls, Granger, he says, one
way or the other, youll be the death of me!