Malfoy's Rope Bunny

Explicit/Sexual Content! Enemies with benefits/fun Dramione bdsm

"The arm wrap needs to be moved up, and you can't cinch it that tight," Hermione hissed, trying to keep a worry-free smile plastered on her face. It was a facade. How could she be calm when she was topless, on the stage being tied up by Draco Fucking Malfoy, who obviously had no idea how this tie worked.

"Don't tell me what to do, Granger," Malfoy muttered.

"What kind of Dom are you?" She knew it would push all the wrong buttons, but she didn't care.

When Padma had called her to cancel last-minute she may have panicked. But thankfully, Merla, the art director had someone who she guaranteed was *just as good*. Hermione nearly snorted at the statement now.

"I should be asking what kind of sub you are," he retorted.

"For your information, I'm not a sub. I just find this calming."

The way his eyes flashed when he looked at her was. . . strange- Like he was seeing her for the first time, or like he might try to devour her.

And as that blissful feeling of the rope sweeping her into the air set in, Hermione considered letting him.