Snow Storm - D.M , H.G

10. Finishing the job

She watched as he took her glass, setting it on the table. He told her she had to ask, but he obviously planned on doing something if he wanted her glass out of the way. "So, your plan is to degrade me even more than I've already done to myself, is it?" She asked him, raising a brow challenging. "And do you want me to call you master, as well?" She asked him.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Don't be so dramatic, Granger. It's not like I asked you to get on your knees and beg," he pointed out to her. "Not that I'd hate it." He did quite enjoy her on her knees. "You're the one who said you're all wet. And not, what? Ten minutes after Weasley made his exit?" He laughed. "But it's not his fault. He just doesn't know your body the way I do. Your needs." But he made no move towards her. Didn't touch her, not even to tease her with a feather-light touch. He'd said she'd need to ask, and he meant it.

He was right about that, and as she studied him, she had a feeling he meant it. If she wanted anything from him tonight, she was going to have to ask. She could choose to be prideful, and go to bed frustrated, or... she could bloody ask him to shag her. He had to know with her stubborn nature, she would want to say no. But at the same time he'd turned her into a bit of a nymphomaniac. "Alright, have it your way." She said, taking a dramatic breath. "Would you please shag me, Malfoy?" She asked him, sounding a bit annoyed, though she was mostly amused by the situation he'd put her in.

Draco chuckled and stood up from the couch. "Why don't you go wait for me on your bed," he suggested to her. He wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do to her, but he did still feel a punishment was in order, and he had some ideas floating in his head that he'd been saving for a rainy day. "I'll be right behind you."

She stood up, raising a curious eyebrow at him, and grabbed her glass. But as she stood, she realized she didn't need it at all, she was definitely drunk. She took it anyways, heading into her bedroom as instructed. She wondered what he had in store for her as she took a sip of the drink, set it on the table, and then fell back on her bed, waiting for him to join her. Her head was swimming, but she liked the feeling.

When she went to her room, he went to his own, retrieving from his closet a necktie. If ever there was a night he wanted to tie her up, it was tonight. And to do so with one of his Slytherin ties this time, well, that just seemed appropriate tonight. He had to be careful, though. He didn't want to do anything to trigger the events from last week's events. He entered the room with the tie rolled up in his pocket.

"You're looking a little overdressed," he told her, as she still had her robe on. He toed off his shoes to start, and began to undress himself.

She pushed herself up on her elbows when he spoke, and then looked down at herself. "Oh, you didn't tell me I was supposed to be naked." She teased, and untied her robe. She stood up just long enough to let it fall off of her shoulders and to the floor. She sat back on the bed, only in her panties, looking him over. She couldn't see anything in his hands, and she was very curious to see what he'd gone to his room for.

Draco watched her remove her robe for him, pleased by her obedience. When he was fully unclothed, he moved to stand in front of her. Putting himself between her legs, he pulled her towards him, until her hips rested on the edge of the bed in front of him. He was hard by now, and her visibly wet, he could enter her right now as easily as ever, but he waited. "Give me your hands." Whether it was an order or a request was for her to decide, but he waited for her to comply.

Hermione watched as he undressed, and then moved himself between her legs. She looked up at him, curious, when he told her to give him her hands. Simply out of curiosity, and because she was really turned on, she did as he asked. She held her hands up to him, not exactly together because in her drunken state she had no idea what he planned to do.