บท 33: Chapter 33: Awake!
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Even better, he needed to travel a lot due to his job, leaving Fleur at home, alone.
There would be no goodbye sex for him, not with his wife still filled with my seed.
Still, with Fleur left to wallow in her mind, I needed something else to do. Or someone, I corrected myself a second later.
After all, my favorite bushy-haired bookworm was perfectly available. I wrapped my cloak around and apparated to the attic of Grimmauld Place once more.
Kreacher appeared with a crack instantly, only to bow respectfully without a word. I pulled my head free from the invisibility cloak and gave him a nod in appreciation before continuing my trek downward.
Kreacher was a nasty critter towards the people he hated, and extremely helpful to people he respected, no matter how morally dubious their actions. A perfect elf for a family like Blacks.
It was late in the night, which was why I was surprised when I saw the Golden Trio in the living room, having a massive row.
Admittedly, I should have expected it. By removing the amulet from Mungundus' hold, I had destroyed the only clue they had to find a Horcrux, leaving them more directionless than a headless chicken.
And the fact that Hermione, who usually took the lead as the voice reason and understanding, was frazzled with the magically-enhanced arousal she was suffering didn't help any.
Especially since she couldn't even think to resolve it with Potter or Weasley. A delicious situation all around.
The fight lasted almost for an hour, which I listened attentively despite feeling bored. It ended, not because they managed to resolve it, but when Hermione threw her hands up in frustration and walked back to her room, leaving the boys to their own devices.
They continued their fight, but I couldn't care less about their argument, so I followed Hermione, managing to slip inside her room before she locked the door.
It was a treat to watch her undress, each little motion filled with anger and frustration, the clothes flying off her, more than one piece torn.
But she didn't show the slightest concern, instead, throwing herself to her bed back first, her legs already parted open.
One of her hands found her tits, mauling mercilessly, the other teasing the circle around her clit, and soon, her cries rose unbidden.
It was a beautiful sight, so I just watched her play with herself until she had one of her fake climaxes.
Fake because the curses over her didn't allow for a real climax, keeping her high strung despite the waves of pleasure that spread through her body.
The only exception was her dreams, influenced by my spell, starring only me as the main role. I was curious how she would react in our first real-world encounter.
Unfortunately, I had another pseudo-dream for tonight's entertainment. I waited until she started to tremble in a rough climax, only to nail her with an underpowered stunner, followed by a confundus to make her believe it was just a dream.
A few carefully curated spells, and the room was radically different. She was still lying in the bed, but this time, it was larger, with four posters, and green silk curtains.
The room was interlaced with the illusion of another, thematically like Slytherin common room, only more opulent, with transparent silk curtains and flickering lights.
But those didn't compare to the fact that her arms and legs were tied down with silk ropes, again green and silver, charmed to prevent any bruising in case she struggled.
Only after making sure that there were no signs remained, that might clue her that we were still in her room, I removed my invisibility cloak and envied her.
Her eyes fluttered open, only to grow in shock. "You're finally awake, Miss Granger," I whispered in an erotic, inviting tone.
I know it worked, because she shivered with each word, overcome with pleasure. I was glad to see that my scheme was working even better than I had hoped.
"Malfoy," she said angrily, or at least in a manner she intended to come across as angry, but with her arousal added, it was more like a second-rate actress, trying to feign anger.
It was interesting to see that even in her dream, or what she thought as a dream, she was still trying to deny the attraction that was clawing her heart. "What are you doing here?"
"Why, Miss Granger, don't you remember. You've been captured, and I decided to take you as my reward." As I spoke, I walked towards her, standing above her as the last words left my mouth.
I let my gaze trail her body, drinking her naked deliciousness. It was an amazing sight, her toned body, bathed in the flickering lights of the room. Truly delicious.
"Go to hell, Malfoy," she spat, her anger momentarily overcoming her arousal in my dismissive attitude.
It didn't annoy me, it just excited me more. After all, she wouldn't be fun if she folded under the slightest bit of pressure.
"Gladly, my dear," I answered, dragging my finger gently over her cheek until it touched the edge of her lips, then pulled away, watching as her mouth opened reflexively, her tongue darting out for a moment, begging for a kiss.
"So be it, you bastard!" she exclaimed. "Do whatever you want." It would have been a good ultimatum, the pure princess declaring that she was above the bodily concerns, pitying the villain.
But that effect was spoiled by a few small details. First, her mouth was forced open by her quickened breathing, trying to cool down her arousal.
The second was her eyes, filled with desire, examining my body like she was trying to devour my body.
The last, and the most damning was her core, shining wet under the arousal.
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