BDSM relationship Dm/HG

He didn't mean to find it and it wasn't his fault it was there and really you couldn't blame him because the entire house was made of wood and wood naturally had holes and he didn't build the damned house and technically if he hadn't found it, someone else surely would have and what were the odds that she was in the next room anyway? And mostly all of that was right. For instance, he did not mean to find it. But he had anyway.

Assassin!Draco They knew. They knew when they released him who he was, how he'd work. He was the perfect hunting machine; fearless. Relentless. She was his opposite in every way. The angel on the other shoulder of fate and the absolute pain in his ass. She held him back, just as they knew she would when they assigned them together as partners. She, who believed in the value of every life; even the scum that they hunted on a daily basis. She, who disapproved of his rather effective method of disposal.

"This isn't working." She was already halfway buttoned up when she turned to face him. His slacks still unbuttoned and his shirt open around his shoulder, which he gave no indication of closing anytime soon. Hermione rolled her eyes, continuing to do up her blouse. "We just finished. Give it a moment. Besides, I have to be-" "No, not this," Draco scoffs, gesturing to his open trousers. "This." She blinks carefully, watching his long fingers extend from his own chest to hers.

"I just don't understand. Why... why Malfoy?" She was scrubbing the dishes in front of her the muggle way, a habit she did when she was nervous, uncomfortable, or angry. And now, with her fiancé red in the face and not meeting her eye, she was all three. "He's..." From her peripheral she watched him run a shaking hand through his hair. "He's just everything I'm not. Everything I've always wanted to be."

Sequel to "How the Granger Won Christmas"! Hermione has been gone for nearly two months since that fateful night when she and Draco Malfoy discovered one another. And she's ready to come home. But will he be able to crack her prickly exterior?

Draco has always wondered what it would be like to have Hermione Granger call him 'Professor' and submit to him. After a series of clandestine meetings around the castle, he finally finds the courage to suggest that these fantasies become realities.

Draco has always loved Hermione but has never had enough courage to tell her. Until one night when he catches her stripping down by the lake when he can't resist going up to her and taking what he wants. Her virginity.

"As he watched her leaving he couldn't help but watch as her hips swayed and made her ass look amazing. Fuck he though to himself, he knew he was in trouble. He had hated her and her friends for as long as he could remember but had always had a small soft spot for her; whether he wanted to admit it or not. When he saw her the night of the Yule ball his jaw dropped. She was stunning and not like every other girl, she topped all of them. Her curls cascaded down her shoulders while her perry-winkle dress accentuated all her best features. He couldn't help but stare at her and wish he was the one she was attached to. From then on her watched her from a distance, glancing at her every so often to take her in when she wasn't looking. She was quite beautiful no matter what he said to her."

"So Granger is this like your new thing now? You change your style a bit and are new becoming a slut?" He said raising his eyebrow. "What!" I said as I grabbed his hand that was on my chin and forced it away. "Don't you ever fucking touch me you mudblood" he said sternly as he grabbed the hand I used to swat away his hand and pinned it against the nearest wall.