Sorry for the wait! Starting my freshman year at high school, so I don't know when I can update. I'll try my best, though.


The Past

They had met at a Muggle coffee shop.

Hermione had been so enraptured by her novel that she did not notice when the infamous, blonde-haired enemy of her adolescence strolled through the door. He, however, had noticed her and casually weaved his way through the crowds of chairs and people over to her table near the windows.

"Fancy seeing you here, Granger," Draco whispered into her ear, and she nearly fell off her seat.

"Malfoy!" she said indignantly, stowing her book away in her bag.

He took the seat opposite of her. "That's no way to greet an old friend," he replied.

She ignored his comment. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Hermione seethed.

"Trying to figure out how these people live out here," he said dismissively. "They really do have the most boring lives, these pathetic Muggles."

"Malfoy, stop it. That's mean," Hermione ordered rather bossily.

"What's this you got here, anyway?" he snatched her purse from its place near her feet and pulled out her book. The front cover was blank, and, dodging her frantic attempts to grab it and ignoring her pleas to give it back, he began perusing through its pages.

"Fascinated by the dominance and submission culture, aren't you?" he smirked at her after a few moments of skimming.

"Malfoy, please keep your voice down," Hermione said, eyeing people nervously.

"You know, I might be able to teach you a thing or two about this," he commented, handing her bag and book back to her.

"Really?" she asked a bit too eagerly, then lowering her eyes a bit and blushing. "I- I mean, stop it, Malfoy, just bugger off."

"Ah, so you are interested, aren't you?" Draco teased. "Whoever would have thought that Gryffindor's annoying little know-it-all would want-"

"Malfoy, please, stop it, not out here," Hermione cut him off.

"Do you even have a proper teacher yet, Granger?"

"I don't - wait, what do you mean?" she asked, utterly confused.

Draco smirked. "For once in your life, you don't have an answer. I can be your instructor, Granger. After training, I could recommend your services to a couple of future Dominant friends of mine. It just so happens that I know quite a lot about training submissives."

Hermione was about to retort when she stopped herself. Malfoy as her teacher? Throughout her years at Hogwarts, she had secretly fallen in love with him, but had had to hide it from Harry and Ron. This could be her chance; nobody else needed to know. Besides, she and Ron would have never worked out. They were too much like siblings.

"Well, Granger? Do you accept my offer or not?" Draco interrupted her thoughts.

"Yes," she heard herself say.

They met at Hermione's flat for her first lesson.

"Malfoy, what exactly are you going to be teaching me?" she asked first when he placed his coat in her closet.

"Well, firstly, I'm curious," Draco strode over to where she sat at her kitchen table. "How much do you know about this?"

"I, well, just-really just the stuff I read from books and all," she answered truthfully.

"And why this? You were always the bossy, little know-it-all, and suddenly you want someone to dominate you?"

Hermione stared into his eyes for a moment before swallowing and replying. "I guess, I don't know, I just always was curious. I want to know what it feels like."

He smirked at her a bit. "Well then, Granger, I'll show you how it feels like."

They started off slowly. He had her sign a contract and laid out her rules first. She found he was actually quite caring, planning out her day from how many hours of rest she was to get to what she was supposed to eat to when she was allowed to use the loo. He had let her sit beside him on her sofa, playing with her hair almost during the entire thing. She grew to love his touch.

He taught her submissive positions on the second day.

"Right, this is how you greet your Master. Kneel and sit back on your heels. Arms behind your back, hands grasp your opposite elbow. Open up your legs. Wider. Good. Eyes down. No, no, not head down, eyes down," he tilted her chin to stare up at him. "Head only slightly bowed. You're far too precious to your Master to put your head down, Granger, but eyes down for respect. You bow your head only when you crawl or you failed to follow orders."

He circled her for each pose, nudging her thighs apart, tilting her head upward, straightening her posture. At first, it irritated her how he would touch her as if she were nothing but a pet, an unintelligent animal that needed to learn its place. She tried to argue about it.

"Malfoy, you don't have to keep on nudging me with your boot. Just tell me what I'm doing wrong," Hermione said, exasperated.

He moved swiftly and tugged her up by her arm. "You don't question me, Granger. You don't tell me what you want and how you want me to do it. I. Am. Your. Teacher. You are a submissive in training. I control you. Understand?" His grip grew tighter with every word until she whimpered in pain, nodding nervously.

After a while, she found she no longer minded his behavior. She was, after all, nothing more than a submissive, to be used at the whim of her future Dominant.

He left that afternoon, she a bit sore from holding position, he content.

Then came the day when he asked her to strip.

"Do you trust me, Granger?" Draco asked one day, tugging up the cuffs of his button-up shirt.

Hermione was kneeling on the floor as he circled her. She was confused and tentatively mumbled out, "Yes?"

He placed a finger beneath her chin and quickly flicked her head up to face his. "Was that an answer, Granger, or a question? I know you're a curious girl. So if you don't understand, you ask permission before stating your question. Now, do you trust me?"

She gulped. "Yes."

"Then strip. Leave the bra and panties."

Hermione's eyes widened, but he just smirked. She sighed and made to stand up to begin, but a hand on her head pushed her back down.

"We never stand in front of our Masters without permission. Or have we forgotten that?" he talked down to her.

"I didn't forget, really, I just... I just didn't know," she replied, her tone a bit subdued.

"Didn't know what, Granger? You've got to be more specific. Not everyone can follow that brilliant mind of yours, you know," Draco absentmindedly ran his fingers through her curls.

Hermione took his last comment as a sort of compliment, and canted her head toward his hand. He smirked down at her and took his hand away, seeing how her eyes softened at the loss, and confusion flashed across her face.

She opened her mouth to reply. "I-I didn't know that I wasn't supposed to stand when I strip."

"Well, now you do. Strip," he sat back on her couch.

Hermione hesitated for a moment before sighing and beginning to take off her blouse.

"Slow down, Granger," Draco said, crossing his arms. "Your Master will want to savor every moment of you."

She blushed slightly and started again. He inwardly marveled at her creamy, unblemished skin and toned thighs when she was finished. Standing up, he circled her kneeling form and evaluated her. She waited there on the cold floor, her breasts rising and falling a bit more rapidly than usual.

Suddenly, his arm came from behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. She gasped and immediately shielded herself from his view, but he merely smirked at her.

Kneeling down in front of Hermione, he spoke. "It's all right, Granger. I'm not going to hurt you."

His voice was so gentle and soft, and she began to relax. He slowly reached out and moved her arms away and to her sides. He didn't comment on what he saw, but asked her to remove her panties now too.

Hermione froze up, her eyes boring into his own, until he clicked his tongue at her and lightly raked his thumb across the underside of her left breast. She immediately began pulling off her panties, which he happened to notice were damp.

"A bit aroused, aren't we, Granger? You like being bare in front of me, don't you?" he lightly pushed her so she she fell promptly backwards, now sitting on her bottom, her womanhood completely in his view.

She resisted the strong urge to cover herself and stared up at him, nodding. He shook his head and lightly flicked her left breast, which quickly pebbled in return.

"I need to hear clear and direct answers, Granger."

"Y-yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I like being b-bare in front of you."

He smiled.

They had been together for two months already. Both had decided, after much begging on Hermione's part, that Draco would be her first and formal Dominant. She really wasn't fond of being with another man, and Draco had only agreed on the grounds of looking into her best interests, but both knew it was much more than that. Over the course of their sessions, Draco had moved in, though temporary, so it was convenient for both his work and their lifestyle.

Hermione waited everyday for her Master to come home. She knelt at the front door of her loft and greeted him when he came in, where he'd pet her and give her his full, undivided attention.

On the morning after he took her innocence, Draco presented her with a beautiful, enchanted, pure silver collar, inlaid with sapphires on every other link. Hermione loved it. She was so happy that he loved her the way she had hoped he would, so much, in fact, that he wanted her to wear a symbol of them to show to the world that she was his own, his good little pet. Of course, to the normal eye, one would see nothing at all. Only those who had her Master's approval would be able to find it.

Hermione wore it with pride everyday. Around the house, Draco permitted her to wear nothing more than a simple slip or one of his large t-shirts and possibly her bra when it was a bit cooler. He even let her sleep with him in his bed on cold nights and called her his good girl.

Hermione had been kneeling for the past half hour, perfect posture and stance. She shifted uncomfortably. Her Master was supposed to be home nearly twenty minutes ago. After a day of scrubbing the floors and windows, she was exhausted. When another quarter of an hour passed, she abandoned her position and curled up on the floor, falling into a deep slumber.

Something slammed down loudly near her head. Blinking her eyes a few times, Hermione's vision focused on a pair of shiny, black boots. Master's boots. She scrambled up into her kneeling position, but not before a hand smacked her back down again. Her own hand instinctively went to her cheek, and, when she peered up nervously at him, her Master's cold eyes stared back at her. She looked down.

"Do you care to explain this, Miss Granger?" his voice sounded out calmly after a few moments.

She slowly moved back into her kneeling position, head now fully bowed. "I... I was t-tired, sir. I waited but you didn't c-come home for a long time," she swallowed. "P-please, I'm sorry, Master. I-I didn't mean to, I just-"

"Do you think," his voice growing angrier with each word. "That 'I was tired' is an excuse for not obeying me? You think that just because I don't come home at the time you thought I would means you can just lie down and take a nap, don't you, Miss Granger?"

Hermione flinched at his tone. "Please, M-Master, I'm s-sorry..."

He snapped his fingers in front of her face, causing her to jump back a little. "I asked you a question, Miss Granger. Two, in fact. And I expect answers. Clear and direct."

She swallowed nervously, wanting so badly to please him. "I just... It wasn't an excuse for not obeying you, Master. And I don't think that, Master, please, I'm sorry."

He stood there, staring down at her. "Go to your room," he spoke after a while, his voice even and calm. She quickly scrambled away, still obediently crawling on her knees.

When she reached her room, Hermione slowly stood up, closed her door quietly behind her, and only made it about one step before tears started streaming down her face. Her Master had been so displeased with her. She felt so terrible and angry at herself. What if he no longer wanted her anymore? She curled up on the floor and sobbed herself to sleep.

It was almost 11 o'clock at night when Draco entered her room. The only light was coming from her bathroom, but she wasn't there. He then noticed that her balcony door was ajar, and found her huddled in the corner, blanket wrapped around herself to keep out the cool night. She was fast asleep.

He knelt down in front of her and stroked her cheek. She stirred and was awake within seconds. He could see in her fearful, flitting eyes that she didn't know whether to kneel (as there really wasn't much room) or stay as she was.

He spoke first. "Hermione, I'm sorry I lashed out at you. As your Dominant, my first priority is your safety. I should have evaluated your transgressions before administering a fair punishment. But you must understand that I am deeply disappointed in you. I set specific rules and I expect them to be followed. Disobeying me like you did today, it better not happen again. I know you are a clever girl, and I expect much more of you because of that. You let me down today."

She stared up at him for a few moments before whispering, "I'm so sorry, Master. I-" Tears again blurred her vision, and she let out a small sob. His words hurt her beyond any pain she had ever felt.

Hermione felt his fingers brushing her curls out of her face. "It's alright, Hermione. All I need to know is that you understand what you have done wrong, correct?"

She was about to nod before stopping herself and uttering a small, "Yes, Master."

"I will, however," Draco continued. "Be forced to issue your punishment. Even though it pains me to do this, you have to understand that it is by your own fault."

She merely nodded in response to his statement.

"Come on, let's get you inside and cleaned up," he gently scooped her up into his arms. She tentatively rested her head against his neck.

He made his way to her bathroom. Placing her down on top of her counter, he grabbed a washcloth, dampened it, and began wiping the tears from her face. He removed the blanket from around her and helped peel off her clothes. After filling her tub up with warm water and soap, he placed Hermione inside and began sponging her body with soap, paying special attention to her hair. She loved it when his skilled fingers would lather the shampoo and conditioner in and massage her scalp. It took away all her worries.

Afterwards, he stood her up on the rug and dried her off. Helping her change into a large t-shirt that fell just above her knees, he began brushing out all her curls gently but thoroughly.

"Ready to go?" he asked her when he finished brushing.

"Yes, Master," came her small reply.

Draco scooped her up once more and made his way to the couch. He sat down and placed her in his lap. She kept stealing nervous glances up at him.

"I know there's something you want to ask. What is it?" he asked.

"Master, um," Hermione's eyes flickered downward then back to him. "Does... does this mean you still want me?"

He smiled. "Pet, just because you made a mistake doesn't mean I no longer want you. We just have to correct the mistakes. It's alright, Pet." He kissed her forehead.

Hermione was overjoyed. "Thank you, Master! I thought you no longer wanted me because you kept calling me 'Miss Granger' and it hurt so much and..."

"Shh, shh, it's alright, Pet. Rest now," Draco wrapped his arms protectively around her and lay back. She curled up and rested her head on his broad chest, allowing him to place his chin on the top of her head. Hermione fell asleep to the rhythm of her Master's heart.

She woke up in his bed.

"Good morning, Pet." A warm kiss was placed on her forehead, along with a slight tickle of hair on her nose.

"Up you get," he lifted her up and stood her on her feet, gently pushing her towards the bathroom. "Wash up. I want to talk with you when you get out."

She hurriedly got ready. After brushing her teeth, changing into a white slip, and managing to capture her hair into a ponytail, she went to kneel at his chair in the kitchen. He absentmindedly started petting her as she waited, occasionally feeding her bits of his pastry.

When he had finished, Draco stood in front of his Pet's kneeling form in the sitting room. She straightened her posture when he began circling her.

"Pet, we have to discuss the subject of your punishment," Draco began.

Hermione's heart plummeted. She had almost forgotten about her punishment and wasn't looking forward to discussing it with her Master.

"Now, I have decided on a fitting punishment that will be administered this evening when I come home. You will not, however, know what it is until that time," he continued.

"Yes, Sir," she bowed her head.

"I expect you to be waiting for me, then," he tilted her head up. "Don't fall asleep on me again, alright?"

She could see a sense of lightheartedness within his eyes and gave a small smile. "Yes, Master."

"Good." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "See you tonight, Pet." He left.

"Good bye, Master," she murmured quietly as she locked the door behind him.

Later that evening, she waited by the door and didn't fall asleep at all as she was so anxious to please her Master and find out what her punishment was. When he came home, Draco immediately instructed her to change into nothing but her bra and panties. When she had finished, he walked into the bedroom with her.

"Pet, you look lovely." She blushed. "Now," he said, conjuring a ribbon of black silk. "Turn around." Draco tied the ribbon across her eyes, creating a world of darkness and heightened senses.

He activated the leash on her collar and gently led her towards the door. "Alright, Pet, straight posture, chin up, and arms crossed behind your back. Let's go."

She was being led in the direction of her sitting room. She had no idea what he was doing, until his voice rang out.

"Well, boys, what do you think?"


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