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Hermione slowly came to, her brain struggling to fill in the missing information around her. Things like where was she? How had she gotten here? Why couldn’t she remember?
She licked her lips, rotating her head side to side as she did, stretching out the muscles in her neck. She had been at Slither, once again making fun of the horrendous name Nott had chosen. He was taking her teasing like he always did - with overdramatic hurt and anger. Blaise was bringing over another round of drinks when. . .even alone in a mysterious room Hermione couldn’t help but feel her cheeks flush when she thought about Malfoy. His broad shoulders had cast quite a shadow across the table.
She tried to sit up, then. At least, she thought that’s what she was doing. Hermione realized with a jolt she couldn’t actually feel anything at all. The lack of any kind of stimulation from wherever she was caused her head to spin and she began flexing and pulling her limbs in, trying to get some idea how she was being held.
A soft green glow lit the room from somewhere behind her, casting long shadows across a plushly carpeted floor. She was only able to just barely see her hands held up above her, thick cuffs around her wrists and when she looked down, the same around her ankles. The. . . rope, maybe, extended somewhere back towards where the green light was coming from. She swallowed thickly as she realized she was being held a few feet in the air.
“Quite the predicament you seem to be in,” his voice was liquid metal as he stepped out of the shadows, stopping just in front of her and looking up, his usual infuriating smirk lighting up his face.
“Malfoy what the actual hell is going on, let me down immediately.” she squawked, pulling uselessly at her bindings.
“Oh my, tsk tsk,” his tongue clicked behind his teeth. “Don’t you remember, Granger?”
“Remember what?” she started to fire back before the memory came trickling back in.
“The bet,” she whispered, horrified.
“The bet,” he agreed.
Neither of them spoke - Hermione staring down at the ground as embarrassment threatened to consume her entirely. She was able to see him staring up at her, a curious look on his face as he studied her.
“Well now that we’ve confirmed you remember what you’re doing here,” he clapped his hands and began pacing in front of her, “let’s go over the ground rules again, shall we?”
He paused his strides, waiting for Hermione to say something. When she remained silent, he resumed his pacing.
“If at any point this gets to be too much for you - simply say ‘red’ and that will end the bet. You’ll lose and I’ll get to pick my reward. I have your list of hard limits here - everything has been taken into account.”
He paused his pacing again, looking at her in that curious manner. He moved closer to her, and Hermione was shocked to find herself dropping softly down to his level. Feet still dangling in the air, she was now at eye level with him and she quickly lowered her head, not wanting him to see how affected he already was. He reached out and gripped her chin firmly but gently, tilting her head up until he could hold her gaze.
“We can stop this now,” he murmured, voice gentle. “Call it a wash and nobody will ever know.”
She thought about it. It would be easy to tell him to let her go and walk out here. But then she remembered that night in Slither. His low voice as he dangled the challenge in front of her. Promising to give her something she’d never had, if only she was brave enough to endure it. The mocking way he had called her “little lion” and how his eyes had darkened when she leaned in and told him he could never be inventive enough to make her tap out. The way his eyes had roved her whole body, lingering on her lips as he shifted closer. She puffed out her chest as much as she could, pulling her body taught in her bindings.
“Scared, Malfoy?” she breathed, her stomach doing flips at how his eyes lit up and how his smirk was replaced by a dark smile.
He stepped back, releasing her chin and watching as she was raised back into the air, taking a seat and never looking away from her. She snorted at the veritable throne he was perched on before sinking into the bindings, testing the weight of them and how they held her up.
Hermione looked down, groaning at the outfit. A modified Hogwarts uniform - no trace of any house colors but unmistakable. The skirt seemed shorter than she remembered it being, and the blouse tighter across her chest. She tried to press her thighs together, aware that from where he was sitting he could probably see all the way up it.
“So is this it, Malfoy?” she called down, pleased to find her voice sounded much more nonchalant than she felt. “Just going to hold me up here by some rope and wait me out?”
“Oh, little lion, you think it’s rope holding you?”
He snapped his fingers and the green glow grew brighter, making it easier to see his face and the rest of the room. At the same time, the bindings started moving, tightening and wrapping around her limbs more. They felt cool against her skin and made a soft rustling noise as they folded over each other.
“My own creation, actually. A modified variant of Devils Snare. Responds telepathically to my commands.”
She felt all the blood drain out of her face as the plant moved against her, pushing her and lowering her through the air and coming to a stop directly in front of Malfoy’s extravagant chair. Her breathing picked up pace as more limbs of the plant slipped around her waist, gently caressing her over her clothes.
“I had to make many modifications of course,” he said in a dry tone, examining a nonexistent speck of lint on his trousers. “A regular devils snare is nowhere near agile enough for my purposes,” he smirked up at her just as she felt the buttons on her blouse start to give way.
She gasped and looked down, watching in horrified amazement as two of the limbs of the plant carefully manipulated the buttons, opening her shirt starting from the bottom. They were methodical but not slow, exposing her at a far more rapid pace than she expected. A thicker limb wound its way around her waist, supporting her as the vines around her wrist released, carrying her blouse off her body and letting it drop on the floor.
Hermione took the freedom to cross her arms over her chest, covering herself as much as she could and glaring down at Malfoy.
“Of all the incredible ways you could focus your brilliance, you decide on creating a perverted plant, Malfoy?”
“You think I’m brilliant, love?” he smiled up at her sweetly, a laugh dancing across his face.
“That was so not the thing to focus on, you prat.”
“Yes well I don’t really care about the rest of the sentence. You know how to make it stop. So, am I free to continue or have you had enough?”
She glared at him, jaw ticking as she thought about all the foul names she would like to call him, but kept her lips pressed tightly closed. He smiled widely as the two vines from before slid their way across her body to recapture her wrists, pulling them high.
A small flame of embarrassment licked it’s way up her spine at how he was staring at her - the silver bra doing very little to conceal her chest. More vines began writhing around her exposed skin, sliding against her waist and across the tops of her breasts. One slipped into her belly button, causing her to laugh before she could stop herself. Malfoy’s eyes grew wide with delight.
“Ticklish, little lion?”
“No,” she sounded unconvincing to herself.
He hummed as the plant continued it’s slow perusal of her body, dragging against her heated skin. She felt one slide up the center of her back, underneath her bra and over her shoulder, staying pressed against the center of her chest until it reached the front clasp - a delicate little snitch charm shining brightly against her pale skin.
“Is that for me?” he murmured.
She didn’t answer, cheeks turning pink as she continued to eye the vine between her breasts. She cried out as it flicked the clasp, oh so cleverly undoing her bra and sliding it up over her head. She struggled against the plant as she was further exposed, her arms pulled up even tighter, but not, she noticed somewhere in the back of her mind, tight enough to cause any pain.
Embarrassment flooded her as Malfoy sat completely clothed below her, eyes never leaving her chest. The longer he sat in silence the more she squirmed, shame running hot as she felt herself grow wet. She was so focused on his face she didn’t notice the vines come back until they began rubbing themselves across her nipples.
Hermione’s mouth dropped open as her eyelids fluttered at the sensation. The tips of the vines circled both of her nipples, flicking over them and dragging them to a point. She felt her body being tipped forward slightly and lowered, being dragged closer to where Malfoy was now leaning forward in his seat.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as he reached out a hand, pinching one of her nipples tightly and pulling. Hermione moaned and felt herself flush red again, daring to look up at his face. His normally cool silver eyes looked different, pupils wider than she had seen them before.
The plant moved her again, tilting her away from Malfoy but not raising her up higher - keeping her more in his line of sight. The vines continued their slow torment of her breasts - wrapping around her and sliding up her neck only to slide back down to her nipples. She continued to squirm, unsure how to keep still as her eyes slipped closed, basking in the gentle touch just a little bit.
The calm moment ended when each of the vines attached to her nipples, small mouths in the plant sucking and biting at her sensitive skin. She cried out, eyes flying open as she looked down and watched them suck at her. She clenched her thighs together and bit down, trying to fight back the urge to moan and whine. The flush spread down from her face, the skin of her chest turning red as she started panting. She looked up at Malfoy, eyes wild as the plant continued to suck and bite at her nipples - the perfect amount of pain and softness to keep her arousal climbing.
He smirked, but she could see he wasn’t wholly unaffected by what he was witnessing. What he was doing to her. He leaned back in the chair, putting on his usual facade of smug indifference.
“Well, golden girl? Had enough yet?”
“Don’t call me that,” she bit out, panting and continuing to move, unconsciously pressing her chest up closer to the vine.
He smiled widely, a dark smile this time as he spread his legs, letting her see the faint outline of his hardening cock through his dark trousers. He waved his hand in a “go on” motion and Hermione felt more vines at her back, sliding over her ass and under her skirt, circling around her thighs and gathering the material up.
She bit back another whimper as more of her body was exposed - her matching silver underwear doing almost nothing to hide her arousal. Malfoy made a sound deep in his chest as she squeezed her thighs together and tried to cant her hips back, away from him. It was futile though, as the vines holding her ankles began to draw her legs apart, forcing her to open wide.
Hermione fought, breathing hard as the vines at her breasts continued their assault of her and the vines under her skirt began sliding against her thighs, keeping her held wide for him to look at.
“The Hogwarts outfit was an excellent choice, little lion. And the silver is pretty, but I can think of a better color for you.”
He waved his hand and she felt a spark of magic dance across her skin. She looked down and saw he had changed the color to green - Slytherin green. She wanted to scold him, but the casual display of wandless magic made her moan softly as the vines continued to wrap around her skin. One of the vines detached from her leg and moved up, sliding against her soaked underwear and she let out a louder moan, hips twitching against the plant.
Her legs were closed, the vine still pressed against her cunt as her skirt was unzipped and lowered, leaving her only her now green underwear. She cried out and twitched as the vine rubbed up against her clit, pressing roughly before sliding away. Her mouth hung open and her eyelids felt heavy but she fought to not close them - watching how Malfoy adjusted himself as he stared at her.
He looked up to meet her gaze - no longer smug or aloof. The naked want written across his whole demeanor had her twitching her hips faster.
“Is that all you’ve got, Malfoy? I expected better,” she tried to sound confident and sure, but the growing pleasure made her breathy.
He snapped his fingers again and more vines traveled up her legs, pulling her apart and tilting her backwards just enough to further expose her. Embarrassment hit her again as her underwear were ripped from her body and her cunt was bared, but with the embarrassment came another wave of arousal. One vine slithered over her hip, dipping into her belly button again. The noise that came out of her was a combination of a laugh and moan as more vines traveled to all her most sensitive places.
Panic hit when she realized what was about to happen. The vines against her feet and her armpits and her waist all began moving at once, rustling and writhing over her skin as she shrieked, laughter coming out unbidden. She tried to move but the plant held her even tighter in place, forcing her to take it. The tickling continued and she did her best to fight against it, knowing it was completely hopeless. The assault ramped up as the vines at her nipples continued to toy with her and tease her. Tears began gathering in the corners of her eyes as kept laughing, moans breaking it up.
The embarrassment was now white hot shame as she felt herself getting even wetter, her cunt beginning to throb as her legs were pulled apart even more and she could see Malfoy watching, his hands clenching the edge of his chair so hard his knuckles were white. The only thing keeping her from calling out the word to end the whole thing was the outline of his erection - she could see how much he was enjoying this and something in her wanted to take it to the very end.
She felt like she was losing her mind - the tickling would never let up. Her head was swimming and her nervous system was screaming at her when something attached itself to her clit. Another little vine with another little mouth was sucking her clit so suddenly and so ferociously that Hermione could do nothing but scream as her first orgasm crashed over her. She could hear herself begging and feel herself shaking as the vines slowed their movements over her body - but not the vines on her clit or her nipples. She was trembling and gasping as she felt herself moved closer to Malfoy, the tears spilling over as her body shook.
“Oh god it’s too much,” she cried, her hips thrusting wildly in the air.
“You can make it stop,” his voice was so much deeper than she’d ever heard. “But I think you can take more.”
She looked at him, then. Saw his face in the ghostly green light and how turned on he was. Never before had anyone asked her if she trusted Malfoy - she wouldn’t have known what answer to give them. But in this moment, exposed and tortured, she felt like she knew.
“Better make it good then,” she whispered.
She had barely finished speaking when another vine moved against her cunt, slipping around her soaked folds and dipping in before sliding away. Her eyes grew wide when she felt the size of it, fear drowned out by arousal. The vine slid in, centimeter at a time, keeping her from being able to catch her breath.
“If you like that, little lion” Malfoy whispered, “then you’ll love the real thing.”
She whipped her head around when she heard the click of a zipper, watching him through lidded eyes as he pulled his own cock out, stroking it slowly. She moaned low and long as the vine pumped inside her, realizing he had selected one the same size as himself. She would make fun of him for that. Later.
The vines kept moving, playing with her nipples, sucking on her clit, sliding in and out of her cunt. She hung her head back, whimpering with each stroke as she felt herself climbing higher. Hermione felt like she was floating, pleasure threatening to black her out and overwhelm her. The vine inside her sped up, punching out moans as it fucked into her, causing her tits to bounce.
“Oh, fuck, I’m so close,” she moaned, trying to move to help the vine, feeling stuck on the edge of another orgasm.
“I can fix that,” Malfoy said, his own arousal thick in his voice. “All you have to do is ask for more.”
“What?” She tried to hold her head up to look at him, but she flopped back down, whining as she moved.
“Ask me to give you more, Granger, and the world is yours.”
“You are such a little shit. That wasn’t part of this deal.”
“No, the deal was you take what I create. This is part of my creation. Ask me for what you want, Hermione.”
She hadn’t heard him say her name before. It had always been “Granger” or when he was in a good mood “little lion”. It brought her up short, holding her on that edge and suspending her there. She stared at him, taking in how he stared back, unguarded desire written in the slant of his mouth and the wide, almost feral look in his eyes.
“Please, Draco. I want more.”
He groaned, coming out of his chair to crash his lips against hers at the same time the vine against her clit began to vibrate. She came undone, body thrashing against the plant as she sobbed into his mouth, riding the high that turned into a pain she couldn’t pull her body away from.
He pulled back just enough so she could see his face through her blurred vision, tears streaming down into her hairline as the vines refused to let up, sending waves through her.
“Just a little more, golden girl. You can do that for me, can’t you?” he murmured, stroking her cheeks, thumb catching against her swollen lips.
She must have nodded, or said some form of yes, because he backed away and the plant pulled her back upright, lifting her legs and supporting her waist so she was effectively sitting midair. A vine slid from behind her head, sliding around her neck and up her jaw, pressing against her lips. She held eye-contact with Draco while she slowly parted her lips, slipping her tongue out to caress the vine. Draco’s hand moved back down towards his dripping cock and as she shuddered through the aftershocks, she felt her arousal grow again.
Hermione opened her mouth wider, letting the vine slip in. In the back of her mind she registered that it had no real flavor, and the texture was unusual but not unpleasant. Her eyes watered as the vine slipped into her throat, but she kept her eyes open, staring Draco down as he watched the vine fucking her face. Her mouth was kept so wide she began drooling, creating a mess she would normally feel self-conscious about.
“That’s it Hermione,” his voice was so hoarse, his need bleeding into his words. “Take it, little lion.”
She moaned as the vine slid in and out of her throat, distantly aware that the other vines had slowed their torture - not enough to say that they had stopped, but giving her enough of a reprieve to catch her breath.
Hermione should have known better. Should have remembered the hushed words Draco had whispered in her ear in the bar that night. The promise to break her. The promise to create sensations like she’d never experienced. The threat to overwhelm her.
As she continued relaxing into the new rhythm Draco used the plant to set, a new vine appeared against her thigh. She felt it moving across her body, the tip slightly more rounded than the others were. Her eyes widened as she felt it press against her ass, more vines appearing to spread her cheeks and tilt her hips towards Draco, giving him a better view.
The slow suction from the vine at her clit intensified as the vine in her mouth began fucking into her at a faster rate, causing her to squirm and thrash against her bindings just as the tip of the vine entered her ass, sliding in at an even pace, never really giving her time to accommodate but not moving so fast it actually hurt.
The tears were back as the three vines all began fucking her in earnest, sharing a pace that kept her from being able to relax fully. The pressure from the two between her legs was making her head spin, and the vines on her clit and her nipples just on the other side of painful. She kept her eyes on Draco, pleading with him for something, anything.
Draco didn’t look away but his eyes never stayed still. His gaze bounced around her entire body and she flushed when he stood, moving closer. He stayed between her spread thighs, reaching out to trace her stretched out rim, crying out around the vine in her mouth when he pressed his thumb in alongside his creation. He snapped his fingers and all the vines stilled, staying deep inside her.
“One more orgasm, Hermione. I need to see it one more time, little lion. Can you do that?” his eyes never left the vines between her legs, his fingers gently tracing her overheated and over sensitive skin.
She moaned loudly around the vine in her throat, shaking her head to try and dislodge it. Draco waved a hand and the vine slid out, staying pressed against her lips.
“I don’t think I can, Draco,” she whined.
“Oh? Is the Golden Girl ready to tap out?” he smirked as the vine on her clit released, only to be replaced by his fingers. She sobbed out, body shaking as he pinched her clit and toyed with it, dragging the pads of his fingers over her roughly.
“No,” she bit out, trying her best to glare at him through her tear soaked lashes.
“There’s a good girl,” he crooned, rubbing her clit faster, fingers dancing over the sensitive bud. He smiled brilliantly at her when she moaned, head dropping back.
“Is that what you need from me, love” he sang as he stepped closer to her, “a little encouragement?”
Hermione tried to say no. She tried to look at him and glare and tell him to fuck off back to his fancy throne with his hard cock and his brilliant plant. She opened her mouth fully intending to tell him where he could shove his smug attitude.
“Please, Draco. I need you,” was what came out instead.
He was pressed so closely to her that she could feel his cock jump and she heard the sharp intake of breath as he looked down at her, mouth agape. She licked her lips and tried again.
“I need more, Draco. I need to come for you.”
The vines came back to life, fucking into her wildly and roughly and she cried out, head thrown back. Draco reached up, grabbing a fistfull of her hair and forcing her to look at him, other hand still playing with her clit.
“You can have whatever you want, love, but you need to look at me. Let me see you fall apart for me. Show me what a good little girl you are.”
She shattered into a thousand pieces, mind going blank and body going numb as she came again, screaming as the pressure didn’t let up anywhere. She could hear Draco talking still, telling her how gorgeous and perfect she was for him, but the roaring in her ears wasn’t abating as the vines continued to use her.
Draco finally removed his hand from her cunt, stilling the vines as she shook, limbs trembling and chest heaving. The vines came off her nipples and she cried out again, looking into Draco’s eyes.
“Gods, Hermione, you have no idea how badly I want to fuck you,” he whispered, staring down at her body.
“How?” she managed to say, feeling light headed and empty.
He looked at her face, one eyebrow lifted in surprise. A slow smirk crept across his lips as he leaned closer to her face.
“Well, little lion, you won the bet. So why don’t you tell me how you want it?”
“I want. . .” her voice faltered, and she chewed on her lip.
“That’s it, love. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me. You and the plant.”
“Inside you where, little lion? So many places to choose,” he cooed, leaning down to drag his tongue across a nipple. She arched her back, pressing closer to his face and whimpered.
“Draco, please, I can’t think.”
“Well if you don’t tell me I guess I’ll have to make the decision myself, won’t I?”
She nodded furiously, still trying to contort her body. She whined when Draco walked back to his chair, pouting when he laughed softly at her. He sat in the stupidly extravagant throne, leaning back and waving his hand at her. With a start, she realized the plant was carrying her towards him, vines sliding across her breasts back up to her nipples.
The plant stopped when she was just an inch above him and the vine slid out from her cunt, her face turning red when she moaned from the loss of it. Draco reached out to stroke her neck, reaching down with his other hand to slide two of his fingers into her, bringing them back up to his lips shiny and wet. He held eye contact as he licked them clean, humming lightly as he did so. Hermione was panting and squirming, desperate for something to happen, cheeks stained pink.
The plant began to slowly lower her until the very tip of his cock was pressed against her cunt and then it stopped holding her there for a moment. She looked into his eyes, feeling wild and desperate.
“Draco,” she whined.
“I think I want to hear you beg, little lion.”
“Please,” she started, not even hesitating to give him what he asked for. “I can’t. I need to feel you inside me. I need you to fill me up. Can I come on your cock? Please let me, I’ll be so good for you, I promise. Just let me feel your cock, I swear I’ll be so good for you,” she rambled, trying to twist and tilt her hips to get more of him inside her. Draco groaned, whispering “good girl” against her lips when the plant slammed her down over his cock.
She cried out, unable to make another noise as the plant picked up a hard pace, lifting her and dropping her over and over again. She felt the vines reattach to her nipples and made a broken noise, letting her body go limp over Draco’s. He growled, reaching up to grab her hair again, forcing her head back and wrapping his other hand around her throat.
Hermione’s eyes flew open at the touch, whining as he flexed his hand, pressing just so. She held eye contact, swallowing hard against his hand. She could feel herself getting closer.
“More, Draco,” she managed to whisper. “Please, I want more.”
Draco was panting, sweating beading on his temples and his eyes were wild, staring her down. Without a word more vines were back, one reattaching itself to her clit, more traveling up and down her waist, making her squirm and cry out sharply.
“Yes yes yes yes,” she whispered, not looking away from him. She opened her mouth wide, letting the vine back into her throat. She groaned as she went limp, letting Draco and the plant fuck into her and use her. Her eyes glossed over, her need growing more and more.
“You are a fucking vision, Hermione,” he swore as he felt the vine in her throat. He released her hair to reach back, feeling the vine that was fucking into her ass as he fucked up into her cunt. He could feel her moan as he pressed against her hole, his fingers tightening around her throat. “This is just the tip of the iceberg, little lion. I’m going to consume you.”
She nodded as best she could, eyes rolling to her head as the vine at her clit began vibrating again. She was close - her limbs were beginning to tremble and she could feel herself tightening around his cock. She tried to tell him - tried to say anything, but it crashed over her and her body seized up, the world around her going black as she came, screaming herself hoarse.
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Hermione shifted in the soft bed, feeling the silk sheets slide against her skin. She sighed, beginning to stretch when she felt a warm body pressed up against her. She opened one eye, frowning. When she saw the platinum hair, gently tousled and damp, she froze, mind racing filling in the gaps. He looked down at her, smiling warmly.
“It’s so interesting how I can actually hear your brain coming back online,” he teased gently, setting his book to the side and sliding down to be eye level with her.
“I don’t remember what happened after. . .”
“After your final earth shattering orgasm? No, I expect you wouldn’t.”
“Oh my god,” she felt her face flame and moved to bury herself away from his prying eyes.
“Hey now, none of that,” he whispered as he pulled her back up to face him. “You were astounding, Hermione. I’ve never seen anything like you.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead, stroking her hair back out of her face.
“I can’t even talk about what just happened,” she murmured, eyeing his chest and fighting the impulse to reach out and touch him.
“Nobody said we need to talk about it right now, little lion. You need sleep, anyway.”
“Yes, I suppose I should get dressed,” she moved to get out of bed only for his arm to snap out and wrap around her wrist. She let herself be pulled against him as he frowned down at her.
“You aren’t going anywhere tonight. Maybe longer.”
She chewed her lip before nodding, allowing him to manipulate her body to fit against his, one of his hands playing with her hair. She felt herself drifting, sleep creeping up despite however long she had just been out. She could feel his breathing even out, the rise and fall of his chest soothing and grounding. The silence was peaceful in a way she never had experienced silence to be.
“So. Who won the bet?” she asked.