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My control is her release Pt. 1 | DM + HG

WARNINGS: Degrading, Death Eater kink, Sub!Hermione/Dom!Draco, orgasm control, facefucking, innocence (thought of), cocksucking, choking,

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Hermione Granger was sitting at a bar in Muggle London, when I entered. She could see me coming through the door, out of the corner of her eye, and wondered what by holy Merlin I was doing here, in the middle of the 'normal' world.

Hermione wasn't sure, if the rumors circulating about me were true, for example, that I had secretly married and divorced, that I still had my Death Eater uniform and wore it on special occasions, that I was back now and lived in London, after spending some years in New Zealand. The rumors went into much more detail, but Hermione had forbidden herself to think about it.. because then she might actually have thought of me in a attractive way - at some point.

She hadn't seen me in ages, and after how things were going she decided not to speak to me, and instead buried her nose in her book again.
Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the watch she wore on her left wrist.

It was 4:41 p.m. Her heart was pounding like crazy.

Only four hours, until she could go home and watch her favorite series. She had taken a liking to the muggle series, and whenever she could, she took her time to watch them.

4:50 p.m. Faster.

Hermione's gaze slid from her book to the bar's door. She asked herself, if I had left already? Crossing her legs, she placed the bookmark into her book. At page 394, she had decided to take a little break.
Her lucky number, still, after all these years. A little reminder of someone, who had become a hero to her a long time ago.

„Granger."

My harsh voice sent goosebumps down her spine. She stopped mid-movement, leaving her coffee mug, she wanted to grab, on the table next to her.

Hermione looked up to where the voice was coming from. I leaned on my palms, which I had placed on the tabletop, facing her.
She couldn't help it, maybe it were my eyes, maybe my half-open mouth, maybe my black suit, which was unbuttoned, maybe my voice.. but immediately she thought about all the rumors, which were circling around me - and about every single one of the dark little dirty secrets that I kept.

She knew all these thoughts too well, shamefully well. She almost felt bad as she indulged in her fantasies about me over and over again, as I was actually her enemy. At least that's how it used to be, when we went to school together.

And now I was standing across from her and staring straight into her brown eyes, and she looked up at my face, and then to where my shirt was unbuttoned and she could see my upper body, because I was bent down far enough.

„Malfoy.", she breathed, distracted by my muscles, but cleared her throat the next moment. „Hello.", she said, desperate to appear unconcerned.

I straightened up, very slowly, still looking straight at her. „We haven't seen each other in ages. You've grown up. Your hair is even longer.", I said, trying compliment her in a sarcastic way.

Hermione almost laughed at the thought of me actually trying to compliment her. „Are you trying to flirt with me?" - She didn't know how those words had made their way to the surface, but they were said too quickly and couldn't be undone.

Perplexed, I stood in front of the table and - for the first time since Hermione had known me - said nothing. And she - only provocatively raised her eyebrows.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally found the words to respond. „See you then.", I grumbled, stepping back and already making my way out.

Again, Hermione didn't know what had gotten into her, as she stood up and put her hand on my shoulder, just before I reached the door.