Ten out of Ten by Morriganmercy

Day 12

- NOT MY STORY! All credit goes to @morriganmercy on a03!

Despite everything, Hermione woke on the twelfth day feeling particularly pleased with herself.

After Malfoy had left her high and dry, she rushed up to her room and crawled into bed. But not before retrieving her trusty vibrator.

Just because her husband didn't seem particularly bothered with finishing the job, there was no reason she couldn't take care of it herself. That's what she had been doing for a long while anyway.

Of course, normally she wasn't exactly shaking with need when the mood struck. It was more likely to be boredom. Or trouble sleeping.

But as she slipped the silicone into the opening of the boxers, and it slid inside her with ease, she couldn't help thinking this was how it was supposed to be. Her body had thrummed with pleasure, her walls gripping it greedily, and she flipped the switch.

The vibration had seemed incredibly loud in the silent house, and she Summoned her wand to her hand immediately, casting a hasty silencing charm. She didn't know if it was actually loud, or if it was just that fact that she had never used it with someone else in the house before, but either way, with a cloak of privacy cast over her, she was free to indulge to her heart's content.

It hadn't been difficult at all to build the pleasure back up; Malfoy had done an exceptional job of bringing her to the edge. Though, of course, some credit should surely go to the exceptional guidance he had received. Feeling smug, Hermione had slicked up her fingers with spit and mimicked the way he touched her clit as she worked the vibrator in and out in a matching thrust.

She didn't try to hold back the moans that spilled from her mouth as she fucked herself. She might have even allowed a sighed yes or two to slip out as she remembered the way Malfoy had asked her, like that? and right there?

It had been intimidating to look up and see those grey eyes watching her with such intensity as he touched her. Even though they had been burning with arousal, and clearly his erection had indicated he was enjoying himself, she had spent so long assuming that he would never look at her with anything but disgust.

In the safety of her mind, however, it was easy to picture him looking at her and thinking that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Maybe next time she would take off her shirt since she knew he liked her tattoo.

Fuck, maybe he would lick it like he had done her tongue. Gods, why was that so hot? Surely something was wrong with her, but even just thinking about it made her hips twitch. Yes, she would definitely take off her shirt, and fuck the way he would look at her then. Maybe he would call her a good girl again. Maybe he would put his mouth on her. Oh, yes, he would suck on her nipple while he stroked her clit and his cock—

She had come with a cry, shoulders lifting off the mattress with the spine-bending strength of her orgasm.

"Holy Christ in Heaven," she had breathed, rolling onto her stomach and grinding against the mattress through the rest of the aftershocks until she fell into a sleep bordering on comatose.

Now, laying there in the light of day, Hermione was willing to admit that she had never pictured something so vividly while she pleasured herself before. That knowledge was making her slightly hesitant to venture down into the house where she would be forced to face the object of her fantasy. Especially considering that it hadn't really been a fantasy at all.

She tossed back the covers and swung her feet out of bed, reminding herself that he didn't need to know what she had done after he left her alone.