How the Dragon claimed the Lioness, Chapter 1 : Taking care of his Swot

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(This series is a work of erotica featuring the Harry Potter characters, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. Although these two were never romantically involved in the original story, there are many in the Harry Potter fandom who feel that Draco Malfoy deserved a proper redemption arc, and that a redeemed Draco would have made an excellent love interest for Hermione. This series focuses mainly on their sexual chemistry, with some plot thrown in. It is, as stated, a work of erotica and includes graphics descriptions of sex. Do apply your discretion, and should you decide to continue reading, I hope you enjoy it.)

It began on that fateful afternoon when she had followed him into the girls' bathroom.

Potter was asking that Bell girl if she had any inkling who may have hexed her. Draco had heard part of the conversation and fled the Great Hall before Potter had seen him. He was, however, spotted by Hermione Granger.

She had walked in on him in the bathroom as he had his breakdown.

She wasn't disgusted with him. Nor did she mock him.

Instead, she put her arms around him and comforted him as he cried. She held him close and allowed Draco to calm himself.

Even as sobs shook his body, Draco was aware of the feel of her breasts pressed against his left shoulder.

She told him she would help him. That the Order of the Pheonix would get him and his mother to safety.

He was beyond grateful for the fact that she kept her word. Narcissa Malfoy had already been moved to an Order safe house. Draco too would be taken to one, at the end of the school year.

Hermione and Draco had since formed a strange bond. He had come to trust her completely. Not only that, he felt immense guilt for that way he had treated her and had begged her forgiveness.

Hermione and graciously forgiven him, and soon she and Draco became friends. They often met up in the Room of Requirement, where she would help him study. Or they would just talk. This led them to discover that they has much in common. Not least of which was their share love of learning.

Their first kiss had happened at the Astronomy Tower when, while discussing various constellations, they had lost themselves in each other's eyes.

In time, Draco began to feel responsible for Hermione. His Hermione.

She was His now, as neither Scarhead nor the Weasel seemed to notice her when she was clearly worried.

But Draco noticed. He had also noticed just how beautiful Hermione was. Her hair, no longer frizzy, was a lovely mass of chocolate ringlets that was long enough to reach her bottom. Her eyes were a golden brown, the colour of whisky. Her cheekbones were prominent, her lips a delicate pout. Her body was curvaceous in all the right places.

The Dragon in Draco Malfoy knew a treasure when he saw one and swore to protect her. To keep her.

So one night, Draco invited Hermione into the Room of Requirement after their Prefect rounds were done.

When she entered, noticed the huge bed on which he was sitting. It hadn't been there before.

Before she could say a word, Draco put his arms around her and captured her mouth in a searing kiss that left her gasping.

"Malfoy? What's going on? Why did you want to meet at this hour?" Hermione asked, trying to regain her composure.

"Draco."

"Wh-what...?"

"From now on, you will call me Draco. Understood?"

The authority with which he spoke, the dominance in his posture did strange things to Hermione.

"Yes.... Draco" She replied nervously.

"Good girl", he said, caressing her cheek, "You're a good girl, aren't you?"

Hermione didn't know what to say. She felt herself trembling, and a strange sensation had begun to bubble in her core. She nodded tentatively.

Draco continued.

"You're extraordinary, you know. So frighteningly intelligent. So brave, strong and resilient. So loyal to those friends you keep. Always taking care of them."

Draco spoke that last sentence with a hunt of annoyance.

"They're my friends...." Hermione said.

"And yet, you're always the one taking care of them, and never the other way around. Tell me Hermione, has anyone ever looked after you? Has anyone ever prioritised you the way you deserve?"

Hermione tried to think of a response in defence of her friends. But couldn't come up with anything. Because, it was true that they had never gone out of their way to be there for her. They only seeked her out when the Chosen One was in need of her brilliance.

Hermione lowered her gaze, as she felt a deep sadness. All her life, it seemed, she had had to be strong.

"It's all right, my Lioness." Draco said, as he used a finger to lift her chin and made her look into his eyes.

"I'll take care of you." Draco went on as he loosened Hermione's tie and took it off of her, "I know you don't do anything for yourself. So let me show you how to feel pleasure. But only if you will let me."

Hermione smiled and nodded. Her body felt so sensitive. She wasn't fearful. What she felt at that moment was something that was completely unknown to her.

"You've given your consent, Hermione." Draco stated, as he began to undo the buttons on her shirt, "Now let me take control. All you have to do while we're in this room is follow my orders. There's no need for you to think. Just obey like the good girl you are. Can you do that?"

"Y-yes Draco." Hermione replied.

"Sir. When we're in here, you will address me as 'Sir'. Is that understood, sweet girl?"

"Yes.... Sir."

Addressing Draco Malfoy with such deference seemed to intensify that strange new feeling she had. She felt compelled to obey him. To be a good girl for him.

Draco took her shirt and her skirt off, leaving Hermione only in her bra and panties. She wore a white, lacy set that she had bought just weeks ago from a muggle shop. Hermione usually didn't pay too much attention to make up or pretty dresses. But she had been drawn to that particular lingerie set and had bought it. It looked nice, and she found that wearing it made her feel confident.

Draco took a step back and took in the sight before him. Hermione, with her chocolate curls, her coloured eyes and her voluptuous figure, with her most intimate parts hidden underneath that tantalising lace, looked like an angel waiting to be defiled. A beautiful blush was spreading across her cheeks, and Draco had to stop himself from pouncing on her. He would take it slow.

He sat down on the bed, never taking his eyes off of her and ordered, "remove your bra."

Hermione looked caught off guard. But after a moment's hesitation, she obeyed.

She unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. No one had ever seen her bare breasts before, and she instinctively raised her hands to her chest to cover them.

"No, no love!" Draco said with a smile, "you do not hide your body from me. Ever. Lower your hands and let me see."

With some reluctance, Hermoine removed her hands, exposing her breasts to Draco's heated gaze.

Draco realised he was breathing heavily now. Seeing her naked tits had made his inner Drago ravenous. They looked as though they would fit so snugly in his hands. Her nipples were the colour of coffee, contrasting so beautifully with her olive skin. He imagined biting down on them and listening to her whimper.

But Malfoys were nothing if not masters of control. Draco would wait. He would savour every exquisite moment of unravelling his Hermione.

"Now, remove your knickers." He told her.

Hermione could feel her cheeks heating up as Draco relished the sight of her breasts. She felt her temperature rise even further when she removed her lace panties. There she stood before the Malfoy Prince, naked and vulnerable.

"Spread your legs a little and hold your lips open. I want to see your cunt."

Hermione hesitated, but Draco's glare prompted her to follow his instructions.

She felt a tinge of humiliation at exposing the most intimate parts of her body. But that feeling was overshadowed by the arousal she felt. Because underneath her shame and bashfulness, she wanted Draco to look at her.

Draco's mouth was now dry and his cock cursed him for keeping it confined. He had never seen a sight so erotic. Such an innocent looking beauty, displaying herself to him in a manner so debauched. She was his good girl.

He stood up and approached Hermione. Brushing a single finger against her clitoris, he savoured the sound of her gasp. Just a much as he enjoyed licking her essence off his digit.

"Good girl! Now lie down on the bed." He commanded.

Hermione lay down and was acutely aware of the fact that while she was naked, Draco was still fully clothed. He sauntered over to the bed, and lay down beside her.

He placed a gentle hand at the side of her face and made her look at him.

"I know you're a Lioness. Fiercely intelligent, resourceful, ruthless, dangerous. I know what you're capable of doing. Even that Half Blood, Tom Riddle, knows of your proficiency."

This drew a smile from Hermione. It always pleased her when Draco referred to Voldemort by his real name.
"But when we're in this room and I'm taking care of you, you'll be my Kitten. And you'll do as I say."

"Yes Sir" Hermione said, sweetly.

"Good. Now, have you ever masturbated?". Draco fingers were now caressing Hermione's inner thigh, drawing lazy circles dangerously close to her heat.

"Only a few times, Sir"

"And what did you think about when touching your pretty cunt."

Hermione blushed and with a shy smile, she replied, "I think about you Sir. I think about your long and elegant fingers."

Draco chuckled darkly. A sound that gave Hermione chills.

"My fingers? And what exactly do you imagine my fingers doing?"

"You use them to.... to tease me, to meke me feel good.... Down there"

"Down where, Kitten?" Draco asked with a smirk, enjoying the sight of Hermione getting flustered.

"Down.... in my ..... my quim", Hermione said, letting a giggld escape.

"Like this?" Draco asked, while languidly brushing the tips of his fingers against her clit and her pussy lips.

"Oohh.... Sir.... inside me... please!" Hermione begged as her cunt began to weep.

Draco sat up and pulled Hermione's trembling body on to his lap, so that her ass was rubbing against his erection. He made her lie back and soon, his fingers were on her cunt.

"Is this what you imagined me doing?" Draco asked as he inserted two fingers into Hermione's wet hole.

"Yes.... ", she replied, gripping the bed cover.

Draco stopped his ministrations and asked sternly, "Yes what?".

"Y-yes Sir!" Hermione replied, realising her mistake.

"That's fucking right" Draco said, beginning to finger fuck her again. "You never forger how to address me properly in here."

"I'm sorry, Sir. It... it won't happen again."

"You are not going to cum, unless and until I give you permission to."

"Yes Sir!"

Soon Draco had three fingers inside Hermione. His digits stretching out her virgin hole so mercilessly, even as Draco's teeth tortured her sensitive nipples.

Hermione was a mess. Her cunt was making the most obscene sounds due to the vigour of Draco's fingers in them. Her nipples hurt from the way he bit and pulled on them. He toes were curling and uncurling, and she produced the most lewd sounds she had ever heard.

Hermione was experiencing sensations she had never felt before. Draco was touching parts of her no one had ever reached before. She had never known that such pleasure could exist. And now that she had felt it, she couldn't understand how she had lived without it.

Draco sucked her nipples with great relish. His fingers continued to bully her cunt. He decided to heighten her torment by rubbing her clitoris with his thumb.

It didn't take long for Hermione's orgasm to build up. Something inside her threatened to burst and set her on fire. She was convinced she would lose her mind if she held it in any longer.

"Sir..... I can't.... please...."

"What is it, love? Do you need to cum?" Draco asked, thoroughly enjoying her naked body writhing in his arms.

"Yes... yes Sir.... please may I cum?"

"No love. You will not cum until I tell you to." Draco said evenly, and continued his assault.

"Noo.... please...." Hermione pleaded as tears poured out of her eyes. Her cunt continued to gush her juices, and the scent of her arousal was now in the air.

"Hush, sweet girl. You want to be good for me don't you? Are you my good girl?"

"Yess..." she spoke through her sobs, "I want to be good! I'm.... I'm your good girl!"

She was determined to obey Draco, even though she felt like her mind might break.

Hermione wasn't sure for how long Draco continued to torment her by denying her release, but when he finally growled in her ear "Cum for me, Hermione", her orgasm nearly made me lose consciousness.

Her cunt squirted her juices, as Draco watched with his signature smirk on her lips. Her body shook and her eyes rolled back as she moaned helplessly.

When she came to Draco was looking down at her, while licking her release off of his long fingers.

A sense of calm had come over her, and she felt all her stress melt away. For the time being at least, she could stop being the Chosen One's sword and shield, and just bask in the afterglow of the pleasure Draco her given her.

"Thank you. Thank you Sir. I needed this." Hermione said with a smile on her face.

Draco leaned down and kissed her lips passionately.

"This is just the beginning Hermione. I have so much in store for my brilliant girl."

When she saw him loosen his belt and take off his pants, she tried to sit up.

"Should I pleasure you Sir? I don’t know how but..."

"Another time, my sweet." Draco interrupted her, and placed his palms on her breasts and made her lie back down. "Tonight was just about you. Go to sleep."

Before slumber claimed her, Hermione saw him pull out his impressive cock and begin stroking it.

Draco fisted his cock as he took in her sight of his beautiful Granger. Naked, satiated and completely spent. His sweet, virginal beauty had experienced sexual release at his hands. He soon came on her tits thinking about how he was the one who had put her in such a state.