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Hermione is Undersecretary to the Minister, and she is tired.
Her husband isn't supportive.
When someone starts sending threats to her office, her old school bully is assigned to protect her.
Chaos, sexual tension and intrigue ensue.
Hermione has to make a call that will change everything.Bookmarked by srwhitaker
26 May 2026
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He was focused entirely on her face, moving between her features in a lazy triangle, his deft fingers working to light his cigarette. “I want you to spend the evening with me, Granger, with no expectation other than your presence. If you decide by the end of the night that you weren’t satisfied… “ He shrugged. “I’ll leave you alone.”
Hermione’s skin prickled with apprehension. She swallowed thickly, her heart pounding so hard she was surprised he didn't hear it. “That’s it? One night and you’ll leave me alone?”
“Only if you don’t enjoy my company,” he amended, flashing her a sly smirk. “I’m quite confident you will, though.”
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Hermione wants to be thoroughly fucked, and Draco, being the man that’s chased her attention for two years, is determined to give her everything she wants.
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13 May 2026
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Hermione whipped her head around at the sound of the familiar voice; the voice from the woods that night she was taken, the voice from the far end of the hospital wing… the voice of Draco Malfoy. One of Voldemort’s most trusted, most loyal, most vicious Death Eaters. Second only to perhaps Bellatrix Lestrange in notoriety, Malfoy had risen quickly through the ranks to become invaluable to the Dark Lord. More than half the intel the Order received on Death Eater movements had Malfoy leading the pack.
He was ruthless.
He was unfeeling.
He was a cold-blooded murderer.
Out of instinct, Hermione reached for the wand holster on her thigh, only to find it not only empty but gone. Malfoy offered her a smirk and a slight uptick of his brow. Closing the door from which he’d emerged behind him, he strode toward her and sat in the armchair nearest her head.
“Wh-what—” Hermione rasped, the words sticking to her throat like flypaper. “What do you want with me?”
A pause, nearly indiscernible. “Oh, pet, the Dark Lord has gifted you to me, as a reward for my years of faithful service.”-------------------------------------
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13 May 2026
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But the one she fell for, he didn’t have a willing victim; it was just him. Shirtless, in cargo pants that stopped just right at his happy trail. A black mask with neon-green Xs for eyes. The Emerald Dragon, you could tell when he was stroking his cock, but it was never visible as much as she had hoped. She closed the app. “I wonder…”
Hermione switched to her text messages, sent a few messages, then swiped back to the video, took a screenshot, and sent it right after her last text.
Before she put her cell on her desk, a few texts shot back.
It would surprise many if they ever found out that when she had needs, she would find an unlikely foe who was more than willing to have a little fun with the Golden Girl. “A few nights off would be amazing with you, but I’m currently seeing someone. I swore off the whole mask thing after you know, we tried to take over the world a few years back.”
“Damn.” Hermione huffed out. “When did he start seeing someone?” She thought back to the last time they hooked up. “Merlin, it’s been three months.” She chuckled. The last time she and Theo had hooked up, Draco Malfoy walked into the kitchen while Theo was thrusting into her while she sat on the kitchen counter.
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13 May 2026
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"I skimmed the fine print. Something about mandatory rehabilitation and an ankle monitor? I do hope the Ministry's budget extends to something less gauche than the standard-issue atrocity." Draco offers a lazy shrug, a deliberate waste of energy.
"It's considerably more sophisticated than an ankle monitor," I inform him, stepping slightly forward, closer to the granite slab of his prison cell. "And you'll find that I am not, and never will be, something that can be skimmed. You will adhere to every clause, every schedule, and every magical constraint I place upon you."
He finally smiles, a genuine, malicious flash of teeth that makes the hair on my arms prickle.
"Constraint is such a dramatic word, Granger. And here I thought you were done with all that tedious moralizing. Are you sure you're not just here because you missed telling me what to do?"
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Draco Malfoy's freedom comes with a leash: Hermione Granger.
She decides when he breathes, when he bleeds, when he feels.
He decides to make her enjoy it.
But the bond between them is a battery.
And the darker their games get, the brighter the Ministry's new weapon burns.
Bookmarked by srwhitaker
13 May 2026