New Plan

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/52395670.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy
Additional Tags: Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Mutual Masturbation, masturbation saves
lives, Hermione practices self-love and Draco watches like a creep,
Threats of Violence, Threats of Abduction, I'm Bad At Tagging
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-12-20 Words: 1,932 Chapters: 1/1
 New Plan
by StayinSweet

Summary

Death Eater Draco Malfoy has been sent to capture the elusive Golden Girl Hermione
Granger.

After months of searching he finds her delightfully distracted, he decides to enjoy the show
before he brings her to his master.

Or

Hermione is practicing excellent self love and Draco Malfoy decides to watch while he does
the same.

TW - non-con Voyerism and threats of violence and abduction.

Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Night has well and truly fallen as Draco approaches one of the Order’s safe houses. It had
taken him six months to find this one, and he is finally here.

The house is shrouded in darkness except for a flickering light from an upstairs window. It’s
the main bedroom if his intel is to be trusted.

Draco waves his wand a few times, easily breaking through the pitiful safety wards that
surround the modest two-story cottage. They really need to up their security game.

He casts one more spell, it shows there is only one person in the house. There are no guards.
She’s all alone. Draco smiles to himself. This is going to be easier than he thought.

The Dark Lord is going to be very pleased when Draco delivers this most coveted prize to
him personally.

Unless Nott somehow manages to locate and kill ol’ scar-head before Draco can return with
his spoils, the promotion to General is as good as his with this capture.

Draco silences his footsteps as he crosses the threshold, the dimmed Lumos of his wand is
the only source of light in this level of the house.

There are stacks of books all over and there are piles of what appears to be…. knitting?

Draco scoffs and rolls his eyes. Reading and yarn work! Is there a more boring person on the
planet?

When he locates the stairs and begins to ascend, he prepares himself for the fight. She might
be a boring swot, but there’s no denying that the bitch can duel.
Draco’s wand is gripped tightly in his hand and he feels the familiar bubble of anticipation in
his stomach. He lives for this shit. There is no greater high than besting an opponent. There is
no better feeling than knowing you were the more powerful one in the fight. And this fight,
he knew, is going to prove once and for all how fucking powerful Draco Malfoy really is.

He is on the last step when he hears it. A soft feminine whimper echoes down the short
hallway.

Draco pauses.

There’s another slightly louder whimper.

Does she already know Draco is here? Is she frightened? Does she know what she will be up
against in just a few seconds? Does awaits her at the Dark Lords Manor?

She whimpers agains

“That’s right,” he thinks cruelly, “You already know you don’t stand a chance, don’t you? Cry
all you want Mudblood.”

Draco cancels his Lumos spell and with a few more silent steps he stands just outside the
candlelit bedroom, he is careful to stay completely hidden in the darkness behind the partially
open door.

Draco takes a second to savour this moment. He is going to enjoy this.

He is inches from bashing the door wide open when another breathy sound freezes his hand.

That was definitely not the sound of fear.

Draco knows this sound.

But she’s alone, he had confirmed that with his spell earlier.

Just to be sure he casts it again and, yes, she is definitely alone.

A wide smile creeps into his face when he realises. Oh this is excellent, not only does he get
to be the one who captures the Golden Girl, he gets to do it while her hands are down her
knickers. Priceless.

Draco disillusions himself and peaks into the candlelit room.

There she is, Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age, Undesirable number 2 and the
thorn in the Dark Lord’s side, is currently splayed out on the bed pleasuring herself
vigorously.

“Oh, mmmm” she moans as one hand works under the thin sheet covering her lower body.

Her eyes are closed tight. Her wild curls are fanned out around her like a golden brown halo.
A few stray curls have stuck to the beads of sweat sliding down her neck.

He’s disgusted at the sight of her, he tells himself.

He should stun her now, while her guard is down. It’s the perfect opportunity. He flexes his
hand around his wand, assessing, deciding.

She looks different from when he last saw her all those years ago when she was a scared thin
little thing screaming under his Aunts torture.

She looks healthier now. She obviously has access to better food judging but the increased
swell of her breasts. They’re too much for her little palm, spilling out either side of her hand
but Draco can even from this distance tell they would fit his large hands perfectly. His fists
flex at the thought of touching her.

Draco notices her skin is healthier as well, there’s no longer the sallow grey tinge from his
memories. Her skin looks soft and smooth and it’s practically glowing in the candlelight.

Golden hair,

Golden skin,

Golden Girl indeed.

His cock is completely hard now. It’s straining his trousers.

New Plan.

He’s going to watch this little show of hers, watch her until she’s worked herself to the
precipice and then he’s going to pounce. Draco will take away her last orgasm as he takes
away her freedom.

Granger's hand leaves her breast, and she brings her fingers to mouth. She sucks on them for
a few moments before they join the others furiously working herself under the sheet.

Draco can see her hips subtly grinding up into her hands. He wishes he could see exactly
what her hands are doing to elicit those delicious noises she is making.

She’s humming, a steady crooning note that is resonating straight to his now throbbing groin.

He allows a moment to palm himself through his trousers to ease the ache. That’s all he
allows. He refuses to wank over a Mudblood, even one who looks as good as she does right
now.
Granger’s getting close to finishing, Draco can see her back beginning to arc, and her moans
are coming out in breathy pants in time with jerking of her hands.

“Ah, ah, ahh, ah” she’s almost sobbing.

Now is the moment, she’s cresting.

Draco counts down the seconds until he reveals himself and sends a stunner her way.

“Mmm”

“Nnghhh”

The stunning spell is on his lips when Granger rips her hands away from her center and fists
them tightly in the sheets beside her. He knuckles are white with the effort and she’s panting
to the ceiling.

She didn’t come.

She stopped touching herself just before she orgasmed.

Sweet Sala-fucking-zar!
She’s edging herself.

Draco bites his lip hard to keep from audibly groaning, his self-control is being pushed to the
fucking limits.

He palms himself again, squeezing a little this time.

How many times has she denied herself tonight? Was that the first? Judging by sweat beading
on her body he doesn’t think so.

How long will she wait before starting up again?

Draco didn’t know if he had the restraint to watch her one more time, he should stop this and
capture her now.

The obscene bulge between his legs demanded attention, which is increasingly hard to
ignore. Especially knowing that this witch is bringing herself to the edge again and again,
building herself up for maximum pleasure.

Of course she would excel at fucking masturbation as well. Swot.

When Granger kicked the blankets down her legs revealing her glistening cunt to him,
Draco’s knees almost buckle and his hands immediately free his aching cock.

She is so wet. Her pink and swollen lips are shimmering with her arousal.

Draco inhales deeply as he strokes himself, he desperately wants to know what she smells
like.

Granger’s fingers dance down her neck, they run over her breasts and down her stomach, she
pauses before slipping under her night shirt gathering the material as she travels back up her
body, she exposes more glowing skin as she does.
Draco feels himself begin to leak at the sight of her naked breasts. He gathers the moisture
from the tip and uses it to ease the glide of his hand while her hands knead those plump
breasts. Granger’s breath hitches and Draco watches her thighs rub together in search of
friction.

He wants to part her thighs himself and let her rub herself to completion all over his tongue.

“Fuck” he whispers, feeling his cock pulse at the thought of tasting her.

New plan.

He needs to come. It was useless to deny it any longer. He needs to watch Granger come at
the exact same time he does.

And then, once the blood that has rushed to his cock was back in his brain where it belongs,
he will deliver her to the Dark Lord.

One hand leaves her gorgeous breasts and skates down to her sex. Draco watches her legs
part and two fingers sink easily into her dripping center, she’s moaning loudly in satisfaction
as they disappear inside of her. She pushes into herself a few times; her luscious hips gyrate
slightly as she does. She sucks her fingers once again and she hums a little sound, Draco
assumes it’s because she can taste herself on them. Draco would suck the taste from her
tongue right now if he could.

Granger brings her newly wet fingers to her clit and presses small circles to her little bundle
of nerves.

“Oh fuck” she gasps.

“Oh fuck” Draco mouths, the Golden Girl has a filthy mouth.
Filthy sexy mouth with plush lips she is currently worrying between her teeth.

Draco eyes rake over her body, she is open and exposed. She is perfect. All her dips and
curves are fucking perfect.

His hand moves faster over himself.

He’s never seen a woman know her body like this. Granger is playing herself with abandon
and it’s the sexiest thing he has ever witnessed.

Draco matches his pace with hers, with each push of her fingers, he slides his palm down his
length thrusting into his hand while imagining his cock is thrusting inside of her.

Granger’s gasps and moans reaches an indecent level, as are the slapping sounds made by
both their bodies. Granger is too far gone to notice Draco’s noises.

Her head leaves her pillow, her abdomen flexes as she holds her upper body up high enough
to watch her clever hands fuck herself expertly.

“Hmmmm, yessss” she whines.

Draco can feel his release building.

Granger’s legs are shaking.

He is close.

She looks so close.

“Yes” she breathes.

Please come. He can’t hold out much longer.

“Yes” she repeats.

Please come.

“Hmmm yes”

Please fucking come.

“Oh yes!” She yells just as Draco moans, “Hermione.”

Draco spills all over his hand as the best orgasm of his life wrecks his entire body. Granger
screams through her own release bucking wildly against herself.

Her yells are easily drowning out any noises made by Draco.

Draco stares at the glorious woman in front of him, her little hand still lightly working her clit
through the pulses of her orgasm’s aftershocks, she’s whimpering softly.

He wonders if anyone else has ever seen her like this? So raw and passionate.

Or is he the only one?

The thought of the Weasel getting to feel her, getting to taste her and take her has an
unexpected rage erupting through him.

No, that pitiful excuse of a wizard can’t have her.

….and neither can the Dark Lord.

New plan.
End Notes

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