TWO: Of Fantasies and Raging Friends (Nothing is Sweeter than Revenge)
Title: TWO: Of Fantasies and Raging Friends
Story: Nothing is Sweeter than Revenge
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content
Summary: Draco Malfoy may have thought he won when he seduced Hermione Granger. Unfortunately for him, he underestimated the vindictive side of Hermione and her friends. Sequel to Trouble.
TWO
Of Fantasies and Raging Friends
“Oh, Mistress Granger, please whip me. I’ve been a bad, bad boy.”
I beat him hard over the legs with my long, leather whip and hear him groan as he grits his teeth together. “You’re not begging, Malfoy,” I say as I whip him again. “You’re just saying what I told you to say with no emotion.” Again I thrash him with my whip and I almost hear him cry out. He needs to be broken like a wild horse. “I want you to beg for it, Malfoy. You deserve this.” Whip. “You know you do.” Whip. “You want it.” Whip. This time he does cry out and I smirk. Leaning over him, I gently run my long nails over the red welts on his legs and coo into his ear, “Beg for it.”
He shudders from my touch and I know he’s enjoying the pleasure mixed with the pain. “Mistress Granger, whip me,” he breathes, “Please.”
Malfoy is tied up on my bed. It took little persuasion to get him here. Okay, I admit, I Stupefied him the minute I saw him walk out of the bar and then Apparated with him back to my flat. Big deal, he deserved it! Once I got him here, I stripped all his clothes save his boxers from his body and bound him to the bed with a quick Incarcerous.
After that, I removed my black robes to reveal the skimpy, black leather dominatrix outfit I’d bought just for this occasion and then revived Malfoy. The look on his face when he saw me was priceless and made me wish I’d had a camera. His mouth dropped and there was a flash of lust in his eyes before it was quickly replaced by anger.
I’ve been spending the last twenty minutes trying to dissipate that rage and bring back the initial lust I had seen. He’s more stubborn than I’ve ever given him credit for - and the angry red welts on his body are proof of that.
I nibble on his ear gently. “Why, Malfoy? Why should I whip you?”
He shivers again and I glance down at the visible erection through his boxer shorts. I use the handle of the whip and run it down his bare chest to his tented underwear and slide it under the waistband. I hear his sharp intake of breath as the cool leather touches his member.
“Answer me now, Malfoy,” I whisper, “or face the consequences.”
I press the handle of the whip harder onto his erection and hear him swallow hard. His voice quivers when he says, “Mistress Granger, I’ve been a bad, bad boy.”
I quickly pull the whip out of his boxers and lash at his bare stomach and he whimpers audibly. “You have been a bad boy, Malfoy.” I flog his stomach again. “You deserve this, don’t you?” His head nods and I slash at him again. “Good boy,” I sigh as sexily as I can. “You might just leave here alive, after all.” I almost laugh at the shocked expression on his face. Oh, I’d love to say I wasn’t messing with his head, but I am. He needn’t know that, however.
“Please,” he begs it; much better. “You can’t be serious! It was just a joke, Granger!”
I smack him quickly across the face with the whip and my mouth almost drops in shock at what I’ve done...almost. Granted, it might have been a little much, but what he did to me was not a joke. He deserves that red mark across his pretty face just for suggesting it.
“That’s Mistress Granger to you, Malfoy,” I grit out through clenched teeth. It would be best to keep as calm as possible now. “And that little outburst of yours is going to cost you dearly.”
I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard again, only this time in fear. Good; he finally understands that this is not a game. One doesn’t trifle with people’s emotions the way he did. It’s just not done…
...unless one is willing to suffer the consequences.
However, the more I think about this, the less sure I am about whom these “consequences” are actually affecting more. The more I watch his body shake and writhe under the pain of my whip, the more turned on I become. And the more turned on I become, the more angered I become with myself and with Malfoy.
For no reason at all, I whip him across the face again, making the red welts symmetrical on his cheeks. He no longer has that determined, angry look in his eyes; he just looks downright scared. Finally, this is becoming more fun.
I gently rub the whip across his body now, soothingly, and climb onto the bed, straddling him. I see his shocked expression again, but it’s quickly covered by the one emotion I’ve been looking for: lust.
Gotcha.
I trail my nails across his chest this time and move my mouth down, hovering above his mouth. “Tell me you want this, Malfoy,” I say. I slide my tongue out of my mouth and rub it gently over his bottom lip. Just as he tries to move enough to kiss me, I pull back. I hear him groan. “Tell me, Malfoy.”
He clenches his mouth shut in determination, but his eyes betray him. I can see how much he wants me. I knew, no matter what, that I had gotten to him that night. I just knew it. Using my nails, I scratch them none too gently across his chest and again he whimpers. “Tell me, Malfoy.”
He’s starting to break, I can see it, and he just needs one last push. “Tell me, Malfoy,” I whisper against his mouth and then pinch his nipples hard.
A shameless groan escapes his mouth and then I hear, “Oh God, Hermione, I need you.”
Hermione?
“Hermione?”
What the fuck is he calling me “Hermione”? “That’s Mistress Granger to you.”
“Fine then, Mistress Granger, where the hell have you been?” I snap out of my vengeful fantasy at the sound of Harry’s voice. Please tell me I didn’t just say that out loud.
I try to look confused as I know my cheeks are turning red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry? What did you call me?”
Harry and Ginny look at each other and smirk before Ginny says, “Well we started with Hermione, but you informed us that you need to be called Mistress Granger.” She laughs and I can feel the heat radiating off my face.
“Since when have you gone by the new name?” Harry asks, before busting into laughter as well.
Okay, so I’ve been in my own little world for the last - I glance at my watch - thirty-five minutes. Excellent.
I look back up to state my defense, but notice that Ginny and Harry are absorbed in each other again. Normally when I go out with them, I don’t feel at all like a third-wheel. It seems like I would, but I don’t. Harry and Ginny have been my friends forever - and they have been dating off and on since sixth year, so it really is just like a routine for us. I shouldn’t feel like a third-wheel when I’m out with my friends, whether they’re dating or not.
However, today, I’m extremely uncomfortable and feeling pushed aside. It really started when I had emerged from my bedroom earlier, showered and ready in an hour, just like Ginny had requested.
“Oh, Merlin!” I stop my trek from my bedroom into the living room and turn away from the scene played out in front of me. “Please, please, please tell me you two aren’t having sex on the couch. Please.” No, this cannot be happening. Eww.
I hear Harry laugh, “Hermione, you can turn around, we’re just touching.” Just touching, my arse - Harry doesn’t have a shirt on and Ginny’s skirt was up around her waist.
“I am not turning around until you guys are decent.” A few seconds later I can hear some shuffling and a muffled giggle. “Seriously, you two, get it together.”
“Fine,” Ginny groaned. “You can turn around now.” Hesitantly I turn my head and see that Harry does, indeed, have his shirt back on and Ginny’s skirt is set in place. I breathe a sigh of relief and try to block out the images I had just seen.
“You two need help, you know that right?”
I don’t know when it happened, but Ginny and Harry have become completely over-sexed in the last few years. It can become uncomfortable for others, but they are oblivious to anything that’s going on around them when they get “in the mood”. The way they’ve been lately, with all the phone sex and the extracurricular shagging; you’d think they would be back together. But, from what I gather, they are not.
They’re just enjoying the sexual benefits of their relationship.
Good for them.
Not so great for me, especially since I’ve been racking my brain all day, trying to come up with the perfect way to get back at that git, Malfoy; hence my interrupted torture-method fantasy.
Ugh! Every time I think about him and what we did, my blood starts to boil. I can see his stupid face swimming in front of me; I can feel his breath against my neck and his hands on my body. Do you want to know what pisses me off the most?
No matter how much I hate him and myself for what happened last night, I still shudder in pleasure at the memories.
Unfortunately for him, that just fuels my ache for revenge.
“What have you been so diligently planning over there, Hermione?” Ginny asks, breaking my thoughts once again.
I look over at them and for the third time today, they seem to be focusing all of their attention on me. I’m shocked. “Nothing really,” I say, picking up my iced tea and taking a nice long drink, hoping to derail this conversation.
Ginny raises an eyebrow at me. I know I can’t hide anything from Ginny. If Harry and Ron had been my best friends in school and, therefore knew everything about me, then Ginny was now like my super-best friend. She knows the things about me I would never say out loud to anyone else, including my parents, and she can read me like an open book. It’s a blessing…and today, it’s a curse.
“Seriously, Hermione, I’m not stupid,” Ginny says, rolling her eyes at me. “You’ve been cranky and distant all morning. Let’s hear it.”
Here’s the thing; I really think I should tell them what happened. Yes, I know what I said before, if I tell them they’re going to hate me and then where will I be? But, I don’t have to tell them who it was, right? I mean, for all they know, I didn’t even know the guys name! I really want to tell them, because maybe they can help me plan my revenge.
“Hermione?” I look up to see Harry’s concerned face. He always was a worry-wart.
I sigh. It’s now or never.
“Okay, so listen, I know you want all these details from last night, but I’m not going to give them to you.” They’ve both leaned forward in their seats as if getting closer to me will make me spill my guts faster. “But, the thing is, I need some help.”
Ginny glances at Harry before saying, “What kind of help?”
I take a deep breath. “Last night was a huge mistake. This,” I hesitate, searching for the best word, “bloody git,” not strong enough, but it will have to do, “that I…” Again, I hesitate. Do I really want to get into this? “That I shagged,” I watch Ginny’s grin widen, “was just using me to win a bet.” Her smile disappears instantly and I see it being replaced by a rage that I know only Ginny possesses. I’ve never been on the receiving end of her rage, but I know Harry has. He barely spoke a word for over two weeks after that incident. Maybe this will work out to my advantage.
“You’re not serious?” Surprisingly those words come from an enraged Harry, instead of Ginny. I turn my eyes on him and see a fire there that I haven’t seen since the Second War.
I simply nod my head, wondering how I could have ever felt like a third-wheel with two of my best friends. “I’m serious. It was a pretty hefty bet too - a thousand galleons - and then he and his friend flaunted it in my face.” I shudder at the memory. “It was just…bad, okay? Anyway, I just have to get this guy back. I want revenge.”
“Who was it?” Ginny asks through clenched teeth.
I feel my heart race. What do I say? “I don’t know.”
Harry hesitates for only a second. “Then how are you going to get revenge if you don’t know who he is?”
Shit. I didn’t plan that too well, did I?
“I’ve seen him around, before,” I blurt out. “We’ve even done that whole eye-flirty game at other clubs. I’m sure I’d find him without much trouble.”
“What’s his name?” Ginny asks.
Fuck! What’s with all the questions? Just give me some damn answers!
“I-I didn’t ask.” I stammer on purpose, hoping to sound innocent and embarrassed. The looks on their faces - raging fury - tells me I was dead on. Okay, it’s time to finish this. “Listen, it was stupid and I know that. No one can be angrier at myself than I am, believe me, but I just can’t let him get away with this. I need your help coming up with a great revenge scheme.”
Harry glances at Ginny and I see the spark in her eye before the smirk breaks on her face.
Oh, Draco Malfoy, you are going down.
THREE: Creative Destruction
Story: Nothing is Sweeter than Revenge
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content
Summary: Draco Malfoy may have thought he won when he seduced Hermione Granger. Unfortunately for him, he underestimated the vindictive side of Hermione and her friends. Sequel to Trouble.
TWO
Of Fantasies and Raging Friends
“Oh, Mistress Granger, please whip me. I’ve been a bad, bad boy.”
I beat him hard over the legs with my long, leather whip and hear him groan as he grits his teeth together. “You’re not begging, Malfoy,” I say as I whip him again. “You’re just saying what I told you to say with no emotion.” Again I thrash him with my whip and I almost hear him cry out. He needs to be broken like a wild horse. “I want you to beg for it, Malfoy. You deserve this.” Whip. “You know you do.” Whip. “You want it.” Whip. This time he does cry out and I smirk. Leaning over him, I gently run my long nails over the red welts on his legs and coo into his ear, “Beg for it.”
He shudders from my touch and I know he’s enjoying the pleasure mixed with the pain. “Mistress Granger, whip me,” he breathes, “Please.”
Malfoy is tied up on my bed. It took little persuasion to get him here. Okay, I admit, I Stupefied him the minute I saw him walk out of the bar and then Apparated with him back to my flat. Big deal, he deserved it! Once I got him here, I stripped all his clothes save his boxers from his body and bound him to the bed with a quick Incarcerous.
After that, I removed my black robes to reveal the skimpy, black leather dominatrix outfit I’d bought just for this occasion and then revived Malfoy. The look on his face when he saw me was priceless and made me wish I’d had a camera. His mouth dropped and there was a flash of lust in his eyes before it was quickly replaced by anger.
I’ve been spending the last twenty minutes trying to dissipate that rage and bring back the initial lust I had seen. He’s more stubborn than I’ve ever given him credit for - and the angry red welts on his body are proof of that.
I nibble on his ear gently. “Why, Malfoy? Why should I whip you?”
He shivers again and I glance down at the visible erection through his boxer shorts. I use the handle of the whip and run it down his bare chest to his tented underwear and slide it under the waistband. I hear his sharp intake of breath as the cool leather touches his member.
“Answer me now, Malfoy,” I whisper, “or face the consequences.”
I press the handle of the whip harder onto his erection and hear him swallow hard. His voice quivers when he says, “Mistress Granger, I’ve been a bad, bad boy.”
I quickly pull the whip out of his boxers and lash at his bare stomach and he whimpers audibly. “You have been a bad boy, Malfoy.” I flog his stomach again. “You deserve this, don’t you?” His head nods and I slash at him again. “Good boy,” I sigh as sexily as I can. “You might just leave here alive, after all.” I almost laugh at the shocked expression on his face. Oh, I’d love to say I wasn’t messing with his head, but I am. He needn’t know that, however.
“Please,” he begs it; much better. “You can’t be serious! It was just a joke, Granger!”
I smack him quickly across the face with the whip and my mouth almost drops in shock at what I’ve done...almost. Granted, it might have been a little much, but what he did to me was not a joke. He deserves that red mark across his pretty face just for suggesting it.
“That’s Mistress Granger to you, Malfoy,” I grit out through clenched teeth. It would be best to keep as calm as possible now. “And that little outburst of yours is going to cost you dearly.”
I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard again, only this time in fear. Good; he finally understands that this is not a game. One doesn’t trifle with people’s emotions the way he did. It’s just not done…
...unless one is willing to suffer the consequences.
However, the more I think about this, the less sure I am about whom these “consequences” are actually affecting more. The more I watch his body shake and writhe under the pain of my whip, the more turned on I become. And the more turned on I become, the more angered I become with myself and with Malfoy.
For no reason at all, I whip him across the face again, making the red welts symmetrical on his cheeks. He no longer has that determined, angry look in his eyes; he just looks downright scared. Finally, this is becoming more fun.
I gently rub the whip across his body now, soothingly, and climb onto the bed, straddling him. I see his shocked expression again, but it’s quickly covered by the one emotion I’ve been looking for: lust.
Gotcha.
I trail my nails across his chest this time and move my mouth down, hovering above his mouth. “Tell me you want this, Malfoy,” I say. I slide my tongue out of my mouth and rub it gently over his bottom lip. Just as he tries to move enough to kiss me, I pull back. I hear him groan. “Tell me, Malfoy.”
He clenches his mouth shut in determination, but his eyes betray him. I can see how much he wants me. I knew, no matter what, that I had gotten to him that night. I just knew it. Using my nails, I scratch them none too gently across his chest and again he whimpers. “Tell me, Malfoy.”
He’s starting to break, I can see it, and he just needs one last push. “Tell me, Malfoy,” I whisper against his mouth and then pinch his nipples hard.
A shameless groan escapes his mouth and then I hear, “Oh God, Hermione, I need you.”
Hermione?
“Hermione?”
What the fuck is he calling me “Hermione”? “That’s Mistress Granger to you.”
“Fine then, Mistress Granger, where the hell have you been?” I snap out of my vengeful fantasy at the sound of Harry’s voice. Please tell me I didn’t just say that out loud.
I try to look confused as I know my cheeks are turning red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry? What did you call me?”
Harry and Ginny look at each other and smirk before Ginny says, “Well we started with Hermione, but you informed us that you need to be called Mistress Granger.” She laughs and I can feel the heat radiating off my face.
“Since when have you gone by the new name?” Harry asks, before busting into laughter as well.
Okay, so I’ve been in my own little world for the last - I glance at my watch - thirty-five minutes. Excellent.
I look back up to state my defense, but notice that Ginny and Harry are absorbed in each other again. Normally when I go out with them, I don’t feel at all like a third-wheel. It seems like I would, but I don’t. Harry and Ginny have been my friends forever - and they have been dating off and on since sixth year, so it really is just like a routine for us. I shouldn’t feel like a third-wheel when I’m out with my friends, whether they’re dating or not.
However, today, I’m extremely uncomfortable and feeling pushed aside. It really started when I had emerged from my bedroom earlier, showered and ready in an hour, just like Ginny had requested.
“Oh, Merlin!” I stop my trek from my bedroom into the living room and turn away from the scene played out in front of me. “Please, please, please tell me you two aren’t having sex on the couch. Please.” No, this cannot be happening. Eww.
I hear Harry laugh, “Hermione, you can turn around, we’re just touching.” Just touching, my arse - Harry doesn’t have a shirt on and Ginny’s skirt was up around her waist.
“I am not turning around until you guys are decent.” A few seconds later I can hear some shuffling and a muffled giggle. “Seriously, you two, get it together.”
“Fine,” Ginny groaned. “You can turn around now.” Hesitantly I turn my head and see that Harry does, indeed, have his shirt back on and Ginny’s skirt is set in place. I breathe a sigh of relief and try to block out the images I had just seen.
“You two need help, you know that right?”
I don’t know when it happened, but Ginny and Harry have become completely over-sexed in the last few years. It can become uncomfortable for others, but they are oblivious to anything that’s going on around them when they get “in the mood”. The way they’ve been lately, with all the phone sex and the extracurricular shagging; you’d think they would be back together. But, from what I gather, they are not.
They’re just enjoying the sexual benefits of their relationship.
Good for them.
Not so great for me, especially since I’ve been racking my brain all day, trying to come up with the perfect way to get back at that git, Malfoy; hence my interrupted torture-method fantasy.
Ugh! Every time I think about him and what we did, my blood starts to boil. I can see his stupid face swimming in front of me; I can feel his breath against my neck and his hands on my body. Do you want to know what pisses me off the most?
No matter how much I hate him and myself for what happened last night, I still shudder in pleasure at the memories.
Unfortunately for him, that just fuels my ache for revenge.
“What have you been so diligently planning over there, Hermione?” Ginny asks, breaking my thoughts once again.
I look over at them and for the third time today, they seem to be focusing all of their attention on me. I’m shocked. “Nothing really,” I say, picking up my iced tea and taking a nice long drink, hoping to derail this conversation.
Ginny raises an eyebrow at me. I know I can’t hide anything from Ginny. If Harry and Ron had been my best friends in school and, therefore knew everything about me, then Ginny was now like my super-best friend. She knows the things about me I would never say out loud to anyone else, including my parents, and she can read me like an open book. It’s a blessing…and today, it’s a curse.
“Seriously, Hermione, I’m not stupid,” Ginny says, rolling her eyes at me. “You’ve been cranky and distant all morning. Let’s hear it.”
Here’s the thing; I really think I should tell them what happened. Yes, I know what I said before, if I tell them they’re going to hate me and then where will I be? But, I don’t have to tell them who it was, right? I mean, for all they know, I didn’t even know the guys name! I really want to tell them, because maybe they can help me plan my revenge.
“Hermione?” I look up to see Harry’s concerned face. He always was a worry-wart.
I sigh. It’s now or never.
“Okay, so listen, I know you want all these details from last night, but I’m not going to give them to you.” They’ve both leaned forward in their seats as if getting closer to me will make me spill my guts faster. “But, the thing is, I need some help.”
Ginny glances at Harry before saying, “What kind of help?”
I take a deep breath. “Last night was a huge mistake. This,” I hesitate, searching for the best word, “bloody git,” not strong enough, but it will have to do, “that I…” Again, I hesitate. Do I really want to get into this? “That I shagged,” I watch Ginny’s grin widen, “was just using me to win a bet.” Her smile disappears instantly and I see it being replaced by a rage that I know only Ginny possesses. I’ve never been on the receiving end of her rage, but I know Harry has. He barely spoke a word for over two weeks after that incident. Maybe this will work out to my advantage.
“You’re not serious?” Surprisingly those words come from an enraged Harry, instead of Ginny. I turn my eyes on him and see a fire there that I haven’t seen since the Second War.
I simply nod my head, wondering how I could have ever felt like a third-wheel with two of my best friends. “I’m serious. It was a pretty hefty bet too - a thousand galleons - and then he and his friend flaunted it in my face.” I shudder at the memory. “It was just…bad, okay? Anyway, I just have to get this guy back. I want revenge.”
“Who was it?” Ginny asks through clenched teeth.
I feel my heart race. What do I say? “I don’t know.”
Harry hesitates for only a second. “Then how are you going to get revenge if you don’t know who he is?”
Shit. I didn’t plan that too well, did I?
“I’ve seen him around, before,” I blurt out. “We’ve even done that whole eye-flirty game at other clubs. I’m sure I’d find him without much trouble.”
“What’s his name?” Ginny asks.
Fuck! What’s with all the questions? Just give me some damn answers!
“I-I didn’t ask.” I stammer on purpose, hoping to sound innocent and embarrassed. The looks on their faces - raging fury - tells me I was dead on. Okay, it’s time to finish this. “Listen, it was stupid and I know that. No one can be angrier at myself than I am, believe me, but I just can’t let him get away with this. I need your help coming up with a great revenge scheme.”
Harry glances at Ginny and I see the spark in her eye before the smirk breaks on her face.
Oh, Draco Malfoy, you are going down.
THREE: Creative Destruction