When Hermione Fights

Punishment, Or You Will Never Learn!

Chapter beta: Dani

Chapter translator: Aivy

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Before I could react in any way, she sat on me in the blink of an eye, which I had not planned. With strength, she had purposefully brought my hands together above my head, bent over me, which gave me a wonderful view of her cleavage, and clearly distracted me. But that meant that I noticed only in passing that she was holding her magic wand in her hands, muttering something that I didn't understand, and then it was already too late.

When she straightened up, removing her hands, and I concentrated again, I felt something hard and unyielding around my wrists, cutting uncomfortably into my skin. She had tied me up and to my surprise, the restraints were also attached somewhere, for I could not even lift my arms. They were pinned to the floor; I was defenseless.

Oh crap! I hadn't intended to put myself in this position. With her mood and the way I had provoked her, I had a bad feeling now. I tried again, glaring at her angrily, and while I did, a dangerous, diabolical grin appeared on her face.

"Well, you're not getting free, I made sure of that! You deserve a punishment for your behaviour, Draco, you know that, don't you?" she purred contentedly as she watched me with her head cocked.

"You bitch," I hissed softly, not really angry, but surprised, and she really was a BITCH! That she wanted to punish me for having instrumentalized her again was clear to me, but I didn't react to that at all. She had understood and internalised the rules of the family really quickly, as I unfortunately had to admit.

She laughed heartily and mocked:

"As if you weren't aiming at that very thing. You wanted me to fight back!"

Yes, she had seen through me, that was exactly what I had been aiming for, to make her fight back. Somehow it made me proud of her for having grasped it with so much farsightedness, but I had always known that she was extremely clever.

I nodded, now with a diabolical grin like hers.

"I just wanted to see if you could fight back at all. Now you only have to be as defensive with Father!" I explained roughly, a bit out of breath, because I had become seriously aroused by what had just occurred.

She glared at me viciously, but licked her lips provocatively at the same time.

"He should not be allowed to come so close to me, it is too dangerous," she said ambiguously, which caused me a certain uneasiness. Was it too dangerous because she might like it?

She still held her wand in her hands and I heard her move the furniture around us so that we had room. Then she returned her devilish, eager look back at me and began to circle with her pelvis on my hard center tantalizingly slowly for me. She was a glorious wicked sight, sitting above me with her legs spread wide apart, her hair a bushy curly mane framing her slightly reddened face, the deeply torn dress gaping wide open and her bosom, attractively wrapped by a black lace bra, showing the skin of her neck and décolleté reddened by my bites, and, finally, her eyes, darkened with excitement, glowing out of her face.

I couldn't suppress a pleasure-filled, blissful moan as it felt too good on my hard erection when she pressed herself against me, even though there were several layers of fabric in between. I was at her mercy, something I had never allowed before. Every other time, I was in control, never ceded the position of power and now I lost it even more when she took my wands and threw them on the sofa next to us. Nevertheless, I was really turned on, even though I knew that she would take advantage of this situation before I would eventually get my sweet release.