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Hermione looked at herself nervously in the floor length mirror. Guideline number one for the night: she is not permitted to look like herself. She wanted to look sexy and confident and when she wracked her brains for who to emulate, all she could come up with is some sort of non-cartoon version of Jessica Rabbit. It had turned out better than she expected.
Her hair was long, straight and a colour of red that couldn’t possibly occur in nature given how bright it was. She had slightly reduced the size of her nose so that it was more of a pointed-up button. She adjusted the size of her lips, making them plump and kissable. With a flick of her wand she changed her eye colour to green. Finally, she rounded out her chin. The effect made her look like a mismatch of Eliza Dushku and Sarah Michelle Geller, two of her favourite actresses.
Given that her face looked decidedly unlike herself, she decided to leave her body mostly unchanged, opting only to increase her height by an inch. When paired with the three-inch heels and slim figure-hugging dark purple dress, she certainly looked the part of the svelte seductress. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest in anticipation.
She looked around the room. It was luxurious. A large four-poster bed sat imposingly against the wall, almost dwarfing the rest of the room. The floo she had used to enter sat directly opposite the end of the bed. She briefly wondered if the placement had been on purpose, given the nature of this establishment. Though Pansy had not been forthcoming with details about the venue, she had assured that it was designed to assist with any number of fantasies.
She absently rubbed her shoulders, feeling the cold more than normal in such unfamiliar clothing, before wordlessly casting a warming charm. She turned away from the mirror and investigated one of the doors. It led into a large bathroom with a huge sunken bath,practically big enough for three people. A blush formed on her cheeks as she again wondered if this had been Pansy’s intention.
She turned back to the other door and opened it out onto a long hallway filled with similar doors. She could hear music and see a wide-open space at the end of the hall to her right. When she looked back at the door she came out of, she noticed the raven emblazoned on its surface. She smiled as she adjusted the raven brooch pinned to her breast. Pansy had insisted that every person pick a code name that was then assigned a symbol. She realised now that it was more than for Pansy’s quirky sensibilities.
She headed down the hall and out into the open space, which turned out to be a staircase down to another level, and marvelled at the depth and level of magic of this place. She had no idea where she was. The location of the parlour was a secret, only to be entered through each member’s private floo. Every door she had passed had had a symbol like hers and she deliberated over who would be present this evening, even though she may possibly never know. She had passed an anatomical heart, a butterfly, a cloudy moon, a snowflake, a sun and a music note on her way out and now wondered exactly how many people there would be.
As she reached the crest of the stairs and started heading down the spiral steps, she noticed that it led her into a spacious entry hallway that looked out onto a spectacular view of the ocean. When she got to the bottom and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could see that they were actually on top of a cliff, so close to the precipice that she felt as though a slight breath would tip her over the edge.
She backed away from the view and headed towards the large double doors to her left where she could hear the music, and see the bright light seeping through into the darker hallway from underneath the doorframe. As she pushed open the left-hand door, she was met with a room full of strangers—or possibly not, but there was no way to tell if they were. Every single one of them was attractive. Either all of them were very skilled at transfiguration, had great material to work with, or utilised Pansy’s in house-transmogrifier.
The room was larger than she would have thought, set up with couches in alcoves, tables and chairs around a small dance floor and a self-serve bar. As she moved further inside, she noticed several of the alcoves had couches and large, flat circular beds, and all had curtains to separate the activity inside from the main bar. She felt the blush heat her cheeks again and headed over to grab a drink.
The bar was being haunted by an astonishingly attractive man in black trousers and a dark blue dress shirt with the top two buttons hanging open. She almost matched his height in her sky-high heels and whilst he was obviously muscular, he did not look like a meathead. His hair was cut to a medium length in dark brown waves that framed his square jaw, making him look somewhat boyish. His eyes were a bright blue and were looking at her in open appreciation.
Hermione leaned over the bar to grab the open champagne bottle and pour herself a glass.
The man placed a hand lightly on her shoulder and spoke in a smooth baritone. “The limit is one drink per hour. Pansy’s rules.”
Hermione finished pouring and looked at him while sipping her drink. Pinned to his blue shirt was a brooch of an anatomical heart: the room next to hers.
“Noted,” Hermione said, taking another sip. “So, what do we call you? Doctor Love?”
He laughed. His smile was easy and genuine. It lit up his face and made his blue eyes crinkle lightly at the edges. “Honestly, I was just trying to give Pansy a hard time so I made up a name and told her I did not want a ridiculous cartoon heart. She came up with this, and I think it fits my maudlin sensibilities perfectly.”He leaned forward to rub his thumb over the face of her brooch. “So, do I call you Raven?”
She nodded. “Or perhaps Nevermore.”
He grinned. “Then you can call me Tell.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Where do I tear up the planks?”
His eyes grew intense as he leaned into to whisper in her ear. “As much as I appreciate a fellow fan of Poe, there are some secrets that I will never tell.”
She could feel the heat from his chest mere centimetres away and smell the whiskey on his breath. She took in a deep breath, savouring his aroma. A musky scent all his own, mixed with parchment and smoke. Her heart pounded at his closeness and she felt the first flutter of yearning. Young, hot and obviously cultured, this was exactly what she wanted. She said a silent prayer to her new God, Pansy Parkinson, and thanked her for this blessing.
Suddenly, a male voice echoed over the room and called them to attention via a strong Sonorous charm. It came from a thin looking man who moved with the grace of a dancer, his lithe body moving smoothly underneath his black shirt and grey trousers. His hair almost matched the colour of his shirt and was cut in a messy, mid-length mop that gave him a rakish air. His face was pointy with a delicate, thin nose, but his eyes were shrewd and intelligent. Pinned to his lapel was the symbol of the cloudy moon.
“Pansy has asked me to cover the ground rules for our inaugural meeting so that she can keep at least some anonymity,” he emphasised, as despite their glamoured appearances, everyone already knew her name. “You will probably guess who she is eventually, but she wants to keep the game alive as long as possible. You should all be intimately aware of the rules by now, given that you have all sworn an Unbreakable Vow, but just as a reminder: please refer to each other by your code names only. Do not have more than one drink per hour, as a drunk person cannot consent. Speaking of which, consent must be explicit or via contractual agreement.
“All of this was explained in your welcome pack. Ladies, you should have all taken the contraceptive potion in your room. If you have not, go back and do it now. Finally, the bracelets you each have on your wrist denote whether you wish to participate or not. White means you are observing. Black means you are here to play. In case you run into any difficulties, there are four of us who can help. You can ask me— Dream— the man with the heart over there who responds to the name Tell, the lady standing by the door with the snowflake symbol who is going by the name Snow and finally, Butterfly, who is lounging over there on the couch.
“Finally, our illustrious leader has asked me to give a demonstration of the different types of consent allowed here. Given my exhibitionist tendencies, I enthusiastically agreed. May I ask for a volunteer, please.” He smiled widely.
A beautiful girl with lustrous tan skin and a short, neat bob walked toward the centre of the room where Dream stood. She had stunning cat-like eyes and a sharp well-defined nose and jawline. She stood at an even height with Dream, even though she was only wearing sandals on her feet, and her body was lithe and muscular. Dream looked delighted, his eyes glittering with mirth. Hermione compared the contrast between the two to be akin to yin and yang.
“May I ask your name?” He began.
The girl tilted her head so that her long earrings dangled by her shoulder. “You can call me Lily.” She gestured at the flower pinned to the front of her dress.
Like a predator, Dream walked a circle around Lily, assessing her up and down. He declared, “Consent can be soft and seductive.” He leaned into her ear and whispered, yet the entire room could hear every word thanks to the still-active Sonorus charm. “May I touch you?” Hermione bit her lip at Dream’s seductive tone.
Lily visibly shivered and nodded her head. Dream took a hold of her hand and walked her over to the closest divan. He softly pushed her down into the soft cushion until she was lying back. He explained, “Consent can also be the opposite.” He placed one knee next to her hip and leaned over until their faces were almost touching. He growled, “For the next hour you are mine. I am going to run my mouth all over your body wherever I feel inclined. You will go wherever my hands guide you. Finally, I am going to stick my cock in your mouth and so far up your cunt that you will scream. Say yes.”
Lilly pushed herself up on her elbows so that her face was level with his. “I dare you to try. You may do as you wish, but my safe word is “karma” and you will stop if you hear it.”
Dream shivered and stood back up. Hermione could see the visual effect of Lily’s words on his arousal. “Safe words are useful for certain types of play and can assist when a very wide consent is given. We also have contracts set up at the desk for those who wish to be more specific.” He wiped his hands down his pants as he refocused his attention back to Lily. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have a job to do.”
With that Dream knelt back down and kissed her with a passion, pulling her up into him so that their chests sat flush against each other. Lily met his attentions with equal hunger. Neither seemed concerned that they had an audience and Hermione took an unconscious step back, bumping into the bar.
At her side, Tell was watching with hungry eyes. “I could watch you observing that all night.” He leaned in close enough that she could smell him, but their bodies were not touching. He hadn’t asked. But then again, neither had she. “You look… enraptured.”
She looked up and met his eyes. He was so close she could feel his body heat. “Seeing it live is not quite the same as reading it.”
His breath hitched and his pupils dilated until they were practically black. “So, Raven. What made you decide to join our little club?” he breathed into her ear.
She leaned back and tilted her head, letting her eyes wander back into the centre of the room. Dream had now removed his shirt entirely and was pulling down Lily’s dress to her waist, palming a breast in one hand and lowering his mouth to suck on the other. Lily groaned, throwing her head back, her mouth open and filled with words unsaid.
Hermione mused, “I got sick of the expectations. I don’t want to marry anyone. I certainly don’t want to have kids right now, and I don’t owe anyone any more of my time than I feel like giving. This seemed the perfect solution, really. Anonymous and no one can pester me afterward.”
She heard the clink of the ice in his glass as he took another sip. “Well, that does make me curious. It implies that you are quite the catch.”
She tore her head away and looked at him sternly. “You’re not supposed to try and find out who I am,” she accused.
He smiled wickedly. “Ah, but you see, part of the fun of it is that you could be anyone. I could pretend I’m with the boy-wizard himself or even Hermione-fucking-Granger. The mystery is part of the appeal.”
She rounded on him with fire in her gut. “Is that what does it for you? You want to bend the great war heroes to your will? I hate to break it to you, but they would probably eat you alive.”
He shivered with a truly debaucherous look of desire. “That sounds phenomenal.”
“Fine,” she growled. “Come with me.”
She walked behind the bar, closing the waist high door as he strode in after her. His eyes were lit with curiosity. He could tell he’d struck a nerve but obviously had no idea what she was doing. She leaned back against the wall of the bar so that she could see Dream and Lily.
“I want to watch the show, so at no time will you obstruct my view,” she ordered. “Prove to me that you are even worth being in the same room as those two.”
He stalked toward her until he was almost pressed against her, his head leaning over so that it hovered above her left shoulder, yet taking care not to get in the way. His right elbow rested against the wall and his left arm dangled, hand tucked into his pocket.
He hissed into her ear. “I know I’m not worthy but that’s what makes the concept of them choosing to debase themselves with me so much more enticing. How about you? Will you debase yourself with me? Allow me to run my mouth, tongue, hands and fingers over and in every part of you until you realise that you belong here. In the darkness. With me."
She turned her head to look at him. His eyes were so dark she could barely see their blue rings. His tongue traced the outline of his lips as though he were a parched man knelt before water.
She looked away. “Permission granted. Don’t make me regret this.”
He pressed himself in until she could feel his warmth on every part of her and his erection rubbing between her legs. He slid his left arm down to grasp her butt cheek and pull her in so that she was pressed against him tighter. His right arm snaked across and grabbed her head at its base and pulled so that he had easy access to her neck.
Breathing heavily, he licked up the corner of her ear and nibbled on the lobe. She groaned. Her ears had always been sensitive, as they were one of her most erogenous zones. He chuckled against her skin and laid a trail of kisses down her neck until he reached the intersection with her shoulder. He paused to suck at her skin while simultaneously rocking his erection against her. She could feel her clitoris throb from the contact.
“Do you know how heavenly you smell?” he huffed into her skin. “It’s soft and soothing, with something I just can’t place.”
She ignored him. Peeking over his shoulder, Hermione could see that Dream had pulled himself up to stand and with one leg resting on the other side of Lily’s body, was feeding his cock into her mouth. Lily was looking straight up into his eyes as he started to pump in and out of her. His hand caressed her face as he murmured words of encouragement.
Tell had moved his hands onto her breasts and was twisting at her nipples through the light fabric. She briefly regretted wearing a bra as he knelt down on one knee and suckled it right into his mouth through both layers. She could still feel his erection against her leg and missed the friction of it. Her vagina was aching with need. He groaned into her chest.
Hermione was fascinated by the expressions on Dream’s face as he fucked Lily’s mouth. She could visibly see his excitement growing as his breath grew more laboured, his gorgeous face riding out the pleasure. Suddenly he pulled out, his hand palming his cock and rubbing it slowly. She could see him kneel down to hiss something in Lily’s face as she gave him a devilish smile.
Tell bunched her dress up with his right hand and snaked the other up her leg whilst he moved to suck her other nipple. She felt it tickle as he worked his way up her thigh and across the top of her underwear. She gasped and leaned her head back as he slid his fingers down inbetween her folds. He pushed right down to her vagina, gathered up her lubrication, and torturously slid it back up to spread it over her clitoris. Then with two fingers, he pressed on either side and rubbed with torturous slowness.
Hermione arched her back and moaned as she focused on the pleasure he was giving her. Tell stood back up to watch her face as she writhed underneath his fingers. “That’s it,” he whispered, “lower those walls for me.” He pressed his face back into her neck to kiss her collarbone and took a deep breath. “It is going to fucking destroy me until I figure out what you smell like.”
Hermione chuckled and raised her hand to cup his face before she stopped herself. “May I touch you?”
He laughed. “You may touch any part of me with any fucking thing you want.”
She pushed him back violently until he slammed into the bar. Taking a step forward, she ran her finger along his chin to fist into his hair. She leaned into him with her face a mere centimetre from his. “You,” she hissed, “are not going to find out a fucking thing and be happy with whatever I choose to give you.” She licked his lips as she dared him to refuse.
He pushed her back into the wall behind her and slammed his body against her before kissing her passionately. His hand was back in her hair and his other was on her ass pressing her into him. He rubbed his erection against her centre making her moan into his mouth. His tongue snaked its way into her mouth to encircle her tongue.
Both his hands dropped down to her thighs as he bunched her skirt up to her waist. He thrust a knee between her legs, widening the space between them so that he could rub his member along the full length of her lips. It felt so good that she almost lost sight of what she had originally wanted.
She wrenched his head back by his hair. “I don’t recall giving permission for your cock to touch me,” she teased with a wicked smile. “How are you going to make it up to me?”
He lowered himself down until he was on his knees in front of her, holding her gaze. He hooked one finger into the side of her underwear and pulled them down to the floor, then slowly used his other hand to spread her labia apart. When his tongue slid in between her lips and along her clitoris, she cried out, breathing heavily.
Encouraged by the sounds she was making, he brought his other hand up and slid two fingers slowly inside her. He pumped them in and out unhurriedly while his tongue moved faster and faster over the sensitive part of her nub. She could feel the heat building within her, the combination of the slow drag of his fingers and the furious motion of his tongue pulling her closer and closer to the edge.
When she opened her eyes, she was met with the view of Dream furiously pumping in and out of Lily. He had dragged her up so that she was draped over the arm of the chaise, her arse sticking into the air. From her vantage point, she could see the base of his cock thrusting and out of Lily’s vagina. Then, without warning, he looked up right at her.
She knew that he couldn’t see Tell as he was completely covered by the bar, but it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to guess what she was doing. Dream’s eyes widened before he grinned at her and slowly winked. She closed her eyes and let the sensation take her over the edge, knowing he was watching.
Tell kept the pace of his fingers steady and slowed his tongue while she rode out her orgasm, her body jerking against him. As she leaned back, panting, he stood slowly with a roguish grin.
“Am I forgiven?” he asked.
She pushed off the wall and let her skirt drop back down, stepping into him until he pressed back against the bar.
She gave him an evil grin. “What? Do you want me to tell you you’re a good boy? Do you want me to pat your head and give you a gold star?”
He looked at her through lidded eyes. “You could pat me somewhere else.”
She let out a peel of laughter. “Okay, teacher’s pet.” She rubbed her hands over his chest as she ordered, “Don’t move. If you do, I floo out of here and you never see me again.”
He braced himself against the back of the bar and watched her hands as they started to undo his buttons. “You would deprive yourself of this experience just to spite me?”
She sneered at him as she pulled the rest of his buttons open. “I once kept an Animagus imprisoned against their will for a week because they pissed me off. Try me.”
He held his breath and kept completely still as she slipped his shirt off. His eyes were following her every movement as she rubbed her hands over his chest. He had a truly delicious body— a perfect balance between svelte and overly muscular.
“You’re either an exceptionally talented transfigurationist or you’ve put a lot of work into this,” she mused. He managed to look smug without saying a word. She raised her eyebrow. “Cat got your tongue?”
“You told me not to move. Does that not include my mouth?” he said, trying not to move his lips.
Hermione giggled. “That was so lame.”
She put both hands on either side of his face and kissed him softly. He closed his eyes and let her lead him. She could taste herself on his lips and smiled. They played a game of cat and mouse with their tongues. She would dart in until she met his before pulling back out.
He groaned. “You tease.”
She chuckled reaching down to rub his erection through his pants. “Indeed, but it looks to me like you like that.”
He moaned in reply and sucked in a deep breath. She resumed kissing him as she unbuttoned his pants and reached into his underwear to pull out his cock. He was rock hard with precum already seeping out the top. She lifted her hand up and licked the full length of it before lowering it down to wrap around his shaft. She began to move it up and down the full length. He was larger than she had experienced before, but by no means gigantic. She revelled in the soft velvet of his skin. The index finger of her other hand collected up the precum to rub it around the rim of the head.
He was panting and his cock was jerking erratically. “Circe, please,” he begged as she moved to nuzzle his neck. He dropped his head onto her shoulder as she sucked a hickey into his skin. She wanted to mark him. She knew he wasn’t hers, but she enjoyed looking at the marks on her lover’s skin knowing that in that vital moment, they were her possessions to do with as she pleased.
She picked up the pace of the hand wrapped around his cock whilst she moved the other back up to his chest. She simultaneously bit down on his shoulder and twisted his nipple. He groaned again and unconsciously jerked against her hand. He was getting close.
“Good boy,” she whispered into his ear before biting his lobe. He whimpered against her skin as she nibbled her way back down his neck.
“What should I give you as a reward if you come for me?” She mused.
He whined.
“I tell you what. If you come for me when I bite down on your neck, I will come back next week. If you don’t, you will never see me again,” she promised.
He lifted his head and looked at her with pleading eyes. “Kiss me.” It was a question but he made it sound like a statement.
She brushed her lips against him and he kissed her back like he was starving, moving only his head when he chased her lips as she pulled back. Her hand was moving at a furious pace now and she could tell he was holding on by a thread.
“Are you ready?” She murmured into his neck and then bit him hard.
He grunted and then whined. She could feel his cock pulsing as he came long and hard, his semen spreading all over the gap in between their bodies. She slowly pumped his cock, letting him ride out his orgasm. His chest rose and fell with his laboured breathing.
Swiftly brandishing her wand, she cast Scourgify on them both before stepping back to observe her handiwork. His cheeks were flushed pink, and his hands were tightly clutching onto the bar. One leg was bent and the other slightly pressed forward. With his heavy breathing, his open pants and penis lying out in front of him, he looked thoroughly fucked… even if he actually hadn’t been, in reality.
She chuckled again. “Oh, what I wouldn’t give to take a picture right now.”
His eyes narrowed. “I believe that is against the rules.”
“I never said I would.” She swaggered forward to run her finger under his jaw. “I only said I would like to.”
He watched her lips as she talked. “Am I allowed to move now?”
She shrugged. “I suppose.”
He lunged for her, fisted her hair and kissed her hard. In between kisses he bit out the words. “You. Fucking. Minx. How dare you. Keep. These. Gorgeous. Fucking. Lips away from me.”
She let herself sink into his frenzied kisses. He was good. He didn’t slobber. He wasn’t too hard and unyielding. He peppered her with soft kisses, intermingled with longer, harder kisses where their tongues tangled together.
When he broke away, she stepped back and walked out of the bar area.
“Where are you going?” he called after her.
She turned her head back to look at him. “Oh, I’m done for tonight. I don’t want to overdo it, and I have an early morning tomorrow.”
She walked out of the room, across the hallway and headed up the stairs back to her room.
“Raven. Wait!” He called behind her.
She stopped on the stairs. “I told you, I don’t owe anyone any more of my time than I feel like giving, Tell.”
“I know,” he declared. “But I did it, didn’t I? I get my reward?”
She smiled down at him. “See you next week.”
With those final words, she walked back to her room, collected her stuff and stepped into the Floo to travel home.
Draco walked slowly back into the main room and headed straight to the bar. He leaned down and pocketed the knickers that she had left on the floor. He pulled on his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, and poured himself another drink before finding a dark corner to sit himself in and wonder who on earth Raven could have been. He didn’t know anyone like her. He never even knew he had a praise kink until she had well and truly made him her bitch.
It was going to be a long, uncomfortable week.