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You spend all your time alone, Hermione, her friends had said.

Get a hobby, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Whatever could go wrong?

Hermione was as single as it gets. After years of meeting lackluster men, both wizards and Muggles, she quit making an effort to date. She spent all her time reading and working, with a very rare evening out with her friends. It was on one of these atypical nights out that they convinced her she needed something else to fill her time. Hermione wasn’t particularly athletic or sporty, nor was she outdoorsy, which limited her options. She hadn’t ever played an instrument, but thought that could be a fun challenge, learning something new. After some thought, and a push from a friend who swore the teacher was swoon-worthy, she decided to sign up for piano lessons.

Swoon-worthy, ha. Tall? Blond? Pompous? Check, check, check.

Draco Malfoy stood before her as her new piano instructor, a smirk on his pointy face.

He was the last person she expected to see in the Muggle world. And working? As a piano teacher?

Hermione knew one of the rehabilitation requirements for former Death Eaters was to volunteer with Muggles, so it shouldn’t have surprised her as much as it did to see him. But it was this particular situation she found shocking. He could have taken a position at a non-profit, working behind the scenes, mostly donating money and pushing paperwork. He could have chosen to assist in the rebuilding efforts, though the idea of Draco doing manual labor was laughable. Instead, he chose to teach music and she was unlucky enough to end up his student.

“Why, Miss Granger, what a delight.”

Taking a deep breath, she put up one hand. “Look, I’m just here to learn how to play the piano. I’d prefer if we stay focused on that.”

“Of course.” He placed his hands behind his back, dropping the smirk, taking a couple steps in her direction. “Do you have any experience playing an instrument?” The way he said instrument gave his question the feeling of an innuendo despite the stoic set to his features.

“I have no experience with any musical instruments. As you know, that was not something Hogwarts offered for courses.”

“Oh, indeed I do. I also know if they had, you would have already mastered several options, you swot.” Despite the slight barb, his features remained emotionless. “Woodwinds seems more your style than piano, though. Something you could blow rather than finger.”

She would not let his comments get to her. She would not let his comments get to her. She would not-

“Put that pretty mouth of yours to good use.”

She exploded. “What the fuck, Malfoy?” She stomped closer to him, into his personal space. “Are you completely incapable of being professional?”

He finally reacted, with an infuriating smile. “Just checking to see if you still had that famous temper.” He slid his hands into his trouser pockets and spun on his heel. “Now, come over here and have a seat. We will start with getting you familiar with hand placement.”

Spluttering, Hermione crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s it? Your only response?”

“Do you expect… an apology, Miss Granger?” Turning back around, he took several slow steps towards her, stopping just a foot away. He leaned down, his spicy scent enveloping her, his mouth near her ear. “Would you like me on my knees, begging forgiveness?”

For a split second, the sound of his low voice, his intoxicating cologne, those words, made her feel a twinge low in her belly. Then remembering who it was that was so close to her, Hermione jumped back away from him, her face even more crimson.

Bloody hell, she needed to get laid if Draco bloody Malfoy was able to make her feel that with just a few words in her ear.

“Do you speak to all of your students this way?”

He clicked his tongue, standing back to his full height. “Don’t be ridiculous. All of my other students are children.”

Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself. She wasn’t going to let Draco scare her off from her commitment. She wanted to learn to play, and she’d promised her friends she’d stick with it. Marching over to the piano, she sat squarely in the middle of the bench. She stared down as Draco lifted the lid, exposing long white keys interrupted by thin, stunted black ones.

His body was suddenly seated next to her, pressing up against her side. She noticed he had removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, exposing his forearms. His sculpted, veiny forearms, with tattoos covering his alabaster skin from his wrists up to where his shirt sleeves tucked against his elbows. She wondered how far up those tattoos went. Full sleeves? Dipping onto his chest, his back? Shaking her head to focus, Hermione shifted to her right, and Draco followed, again coming into contact with her from her shoulder to her knee.

“Is it necessary for you to be so close?” She shifted again, just slightly further over.

“Well, you’re the one who chose to sit in the very middle of this bench. You left very little room for me.”

With an exasperated sigh, she inched farther over, and this time Draco stayed put.

“First, you need to locate middle C, as your right thumb will be positioned there to start. Your left pinky will be on the C an octave below.”  Without a demonstration, he simply looked at her, waiting for her to place her hands on the keys.

Hermione bit her bottom lip, starting at the long expanse of keys. Which one was middle C?
 Why hadn’t she even researched the piano design before today? She was losing her touch.

“Do you need assistance in correct hand placement, Miss Granger?” His condescending smirk was back.

She hated to admit when she didn’t know something, so she simply placed her hand above the keys, guessing based on finding the center of the key bed.

“Incorrect.” Draco reached over, applying a sticking charm to their hands, affixing his fingers on top of hers. Hermione attempted to jerk her hands away, but they were solidly glued to his. Repositioning their hands a few spaces over, he pressed down with his right thumb. “This is middle C here.” He proceeded to press each finger individually onto a white key, informing her of the note each time. “The white keys are called natural notes, but,” he moved their hands up to the black keys,” these are called accidentals, and represent the sharps and flats.”

Between his calm, instructing tone, the heat from his body, and the sensation of his hands on hers, Hermione felt a traitorous twinge in her gut again. Regardless of their history, she was still a woman and he was still a man, and her subconscious was falling back on primal needs. She squirmed in her seat, squeezing her thighs together, and tried to focus. Draco dropped the sticking charm, placing his hands in his lap and began quizzing her.

“Press B. Excellent, now D sharp. Correct. How about A sharp?” Following along, she selected each key, looking from his face to her hands and back again. “Yes. Now B flat?” She paused, then pressed the same key a second time. “That was a trick question, and you answered correctly. Good girl, Miss Granger.”

Oh shit, the twinge again, this time paired with a low warmth. Those words should not sound that delectable coming from him. She took a long, steadying breath, attempting to ignore the way her insides were heating up.

“Let’s move on, shall we? Have you ever read sheet music before?” He opened up the spiral book on the music desk to the first page, which had a few diagrams. “The staff is the background make-up of where you’ll find the notes, and consists of 5 lines with 4 spaces.”

Hermione stared at the booklet, trying to absorb every word he said.

“You will need to familiarize yourself with two main clefs; The treble clef and the bass clef. There are mnemonics to assist in memorizing the note positions.” Draco pointed one long, elegant finger at the first picture, silver ring glinting in the light. Another whiff of his spicy cologne reached her nostrils, and she took a shaky breath as the warmth grew, internally cursing her body’s response. “For the spaces on the treble clef, from bottom to top, remember F, A, C, E as FACE.”

Easy enough, Hermione nodded.

“Next, for the lines, moving in the same direction, E,G,B,D,F, remember ‘Every Good Boy Does Fine.”

She whipped her head in his direction. His eyes still on the booklet, she could almost believe he wasn’t watching her. Almost. Good boy? Merlin, don’t react, don’t react, don’t react. She turned back to the piano and the notebook.

“Now,” he said, pointing that aristocratic finger at the next diagram, “we have the bass clef. Here, for the lines, they are G,B,D,F,A, and the best way to remember is with ‘Good Boys Do Fine Always.’”

Another good boy reference. He had to be fucking with her.

“And finally, the spaces on the bass clef, A,C,E,G, you can use ‘All Cocks Enjoy Granger’ to memorize that one.”

This time when she jerked herself towards him, gasping, he was staring straight at her, a sly smile on his face.

Her cheeks reddened again, eyes flashing with fire. She opened her mouth to yell at him, but before she could get a word out, he stood, talking over her.

“And we are officially out of time for today. The booklet is yours to keep. I expect you to complete the first 3 pages of exercises and teach yourself ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’ as your first song. I’ll see you next week.” He grabbed his suit jacket and walked out the soundproof room before Hermione even stood from the bench.

*Second Lesson*

“Tsk tsk. That was the wrong note. 10 points from Gryffindor.”

“Seriously, Malfoy? We aren’t in school anymore.”

Hermione had spent the previous week studying up on the basics, learning how to read the music and practicing the song on her keyboard. She knew the song back to front, but having Draco hovering over her as she played caused her to mess up.

“Correct, Miss Granger. But I am your teacher, and you’re my student. So, you will address me appropriately from now on. I will accept Instructor Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy, or even sir, if that’s easier for you to swallow.” Draco paused his back-and-forth pacing to meet her eyes. “And we should discuss proper punishment for mistakes, since as you correctly noted, we can’t just deduct house points.” One corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Ow! Did you just… wandlessly pinch my bottom?” Hermione was rubbing the side of her arse cheek.

“Is there somewhere else you’d rather me to pinch, Miss Granger?” He crossed him arms, highlighting his perfectly sculpted chest and his muscular forearms.

Hermione’s face reddened, first from anger, and then from mortification as she thought about other places she liked being pinched.

Her mind flashed back to the dream… okay, dreams plural… she’d had that week about Draco Malfoy. In one dream, he was instructing her on the best way to suck him off, pulling on her hair, praising each lick and caress. Another featured him degrading her while she was tied to the piano bench, his large fingers roughly exploring her body, bringing out a painfully delicious release.

“I won’t even bother responding to such a question,” she sniffed.

She had debated on asking the music shop for a different teacher, or dropping the classes all together, but her stubborn streak wouldn’t let her give up. Draco would not scare her off with his inappropriate comments and touching, not last week, not now. She was determined to stay focused on the task at hand, and ignore her subliminal desires.

“Again, then. From the top.” He moved directly behind her, so close she could feel the edge of his suit jacket brush against her shoulder. She ignored it to the best of her ability, which meant she thought of nothing else and immediately pressed the wrong key again.

“Ooph, Malfoy, again?” She rubbed the side of her hip where she’d received yet another pinch.

“What did you call me?” he asked, his voice low as he bent down to her ear. Another pinch, this time to the underside of her breast.

Hermione let out a soft gasp, heat pooling in her abdomen. Draco chuckled darkly before moving away from her.

“I gave you three options to address me, Miss Granger. Choose one.”

“Yes sir,” she spit out, attempting to regain control of herself.

“Much better, Miss Granger.” Walking into her line of vision, he leaned up against the wall, hands in his pockets, and crossed his legs. “Now, did you even bother to practice, or are you wasting our time here today?”

Her anger spiked at his flippant comment. “Of course I practiced!”

He gave her a patronizing smile. “I’ll believe it when you actually play the song correctly.” He nodded at the keys. “Go on, try again.”

If Hermione could shoot daggers through her eyes, Draco would be dead. She huffed, turning back to the piano. She made it though the first two lines before missing yet another key stroke. This time the pinch was directly on her nipple, and she groaned as she felt a low throbbing start up.

“Interesting,” he said, pushing off the wall. His leather shoes clicked along the tile as he walked purposefully towards her. He sent another pinch her way, this time to her other nipple. She bent over slightly, hands cupping her breasts in response, biting back another groan.

Stopping next to the bench, he angled his body down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Tell me to stop, pet.”

Hermione shivered, opening her mouth to do just that, but the words never came. She felt his lips curve into a smile just before he nipped her earlobe. This was not what she had expected today. Far from it. But she couldn’t deny it had been a long time since she had felt any arousal outside of working herself up with her vibrator.

“Can we…” Her voice was too breathy, too high. She licked her lips and tried again. “Can we focus on the piano? Sir?”

“If you wish, Miss Granger.” Draco sat down on the bench next to her and then picked her up like she weighed nothing, setting her back down in his lap.

She squeaked in surprise, flinging her arms out to balance herself, mashing down several keys. A zinging pinch to her clit came immediately, and she moaned.

“Do be careful, the keys are delicate.” He pulled her back flush with his front, her legs straddling one of his, and she could feel his erection rubbing along her backside. “Now, let me demonstrate the proper way to play.” He kept one arm around her waist, his large hand wrapping around her ribcage, the other splayed over the center keys.

Just as he started to play, Hermione decided to give him a taste of his own medicine, reaching down to run a fingertip down the length of his cock from the tip to the base. His hand faltered, and he missed a key stroke.

Hermione hummed at him, squeezing his balls. “Clearly, you aren’t perfect either, Malfoy.”

He growled into her hair before biting down hard on the crook of her neck. Slipping both hands under her shirt, he grabbed one breast in each one, tweaking both nipples through the flimsy fabric of her bra. “That’s not how you address me, Miss Granger.”

She cried out and arched her back, pushing herself into his hands. “S-Sir. I am sorry, sir.”

“That’s it.” Draco licked over the bite mark, before blowing lightly on it. She quivered at the sensation, trying to arch forward, attempting to grind her center on his leg. Her feet were dangling, and she had no purchase in which to angle herself and she whimpered in response.

“Is there something you need help with, pet?” He kissed up the column of her neck, moving one hand down to rest on the top of her inner thigh, just shy of where she wanted friction. His other hand gently squeezed her breast as he dragged a thumb across her peaked nipple.

Wrapping her hand around him through the fabric of his trousers, she stroked his cock, feeling him twitch at the contact. He moaned into her neck and slid his lower hand up, cupping her sex. She thrust into his hand, finally finding some friction where she needed it. She knew she had soaked her knickers, and wondered how long before her trousers were a mess too. Rubbing her thumb over his tip, she felt him jerk into her hand with another groan.

Abruptly, he lifted her up, spinning her in his lap, her legs falling to either side of his waist. He grasped her arse, propelling her forward, and she felt her center drag over his erection. They moaned in unison, before Draco crashed his lips onto hers, cutting off the sound. Throwing her arms around his neck, she angled her head, deepening the kiss. Hermione was able to position her knees alongside his hips on the bench, giving her the leverage to rock her core against his length, and Draco groaned, letting go of her backside, roving his hands over her body. One hand climbed up her back, undoing her bra before coming back around to roll her nipple between his fingers. Hermione’s head fell back as she keened, and Draco took advantage, nibbling across her jaw.

“Those sounds you make are delicious, Miss Granger.” She started to bring her head forward, but a hand snaked into her hair, yanking her head back, keeping her throat open to him.

“Bite me, sir. I want to feel your teeth on my throat.” Hermione could feel her climax rising, and she was desperately riding his lap, her clit sliding over him.

Hardening even more at her words, he obliged, biting down on her neck. Her pace quickened, and Draco put both hands on her arse again, helping her along. 

“Take what you need, pet.”

Hermione had one hand on his chest, his shirt in her death grip. The other she shoved into his hair, pulling on it hard. He growled into her neck, biting her again.

“I’m so close, sir.” She was panting, eyes closed. “I want you to come with me.”

His breath caught, but his movements never wavered.

“As you wish, Miss Granger.” She brought his head up, still clutching his hair, and caught his lower lip in her teeth. His tongue lashed out, licking her lips, and she leaned in, crushing their mouths together.

Her orgasm tore through her, and she moaned into his open mouth. He continued moving her against him, drawing out her release. Moments later, she felt his cock jerking underneath her as he let out an inhuman sound. Their movements, slowed and then stopped, their sweaty foreheads pressed together, breath mingling, eyes closed.

It took a full minute before reality came crashing down.

Hermione just got off using Draco Malfoy, and outside of her unclipped bra, all clothes were still on. Holy fuck.

She untangled herself quickly, nearly falling to the floor in her haste to leave. Scooping up her bag, she wouldn’t look at him and dashed to the door. She paused before exiting, glancing back to see he hadn’t moved a muscle, still facing away from her towards the piano. She slipped away before he could turn around.

*Third Lesson*

When Hermione entered the soundproof room a week later, Draco looked shocked to see her.

“Miss Granger, I wasn’t sure if you would be back.” His smile was pleased, as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

Tilting her head, Hermione set her bag on the ground. “Well, I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to.” She tugged at the belt of her coat, loosening it.

“Oh? And what might that be?” His eyes were watching her hands, wondering what she had underneath her long jacket.

She pulled her belt free, and dropped the coat off her shoulders, revealing a skimpy green dress. Draco’s eyes darkened and his mouth went dry at the sight.

“We didn’t ever finish that… song… we were working on.” She took one single stride in his direction. “I’ve been practicing, sir. I’d love to show you.” A naughty grin graced her lips as she stepped closer. “Would you join me on the bench?”

He licked his lips, before raising his eyebrows. “Of course, Miss Granger. I take great pleasure in my students succeeding. I would love a demonstration of your… abilities.”

They sat together on the piano bench, bodies just barely grazing, as Hermione positioned her hands over the keys. She paused, sucking in her lower lip. She cast her amber eyes his direction, an exaggerated frown on her face.

“You know, when you watch, it makes me nervous…” She sighed dramatically. “I could also use a little motivation to get things just right.” She wiggled her hips, sliding her legs apart and pushing herself to the edge of the bench. Draco breathed in sharply through his nose as he took in her movement, and he reached down. Before he could make contact with her center, she caught his wrist with her hand, and he glanced up.

“With your tongue, please, sir.”

Draco swiftly dropped to his knees, crawling between her legs, and lifted up her dress. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He closed his eyes, adjusting himself in his trousers, and then gripped both sides of her inner thighs. Opening her legs further, he examined her, seeing just how wet she already was, and they hadn’t even done anything yet.

“You can begin, Miss Granger.” The second she played her first note, his tongue swept inside her folds, tasting her. She moaned, her hands frozen on the keys. Shifting back, he glanced up. “Please continue.”

Her hands shaking, she played the next two notes, and Draco dipped back in, swirling over her clit. She faltered, and he held still, pressing the flat of his tongue over her nub. When she played the next note, he swiped at her again, moving from her entrance to her apex. Hermione shuddered at the feeling, and her fingers on her left hand slid into his silky hair. Another note and he sucked on her clit, nipping gently with his teeth. She bucked into his chin, and he pulled her even closer, tilting her hips forward so he could slip one finger inside her. She gave up on the piano, slipping her other hand into his hair, tightening her grips. Draco growled and then devoured her, attacking her with his tongue, his lips, his teeth. Sending a wandless pinch to both her nipples, she moaned, arching her back. He added a second finger and began pumping in and out of her rhythmically. Her walls clenched around him as she let out a deeper moan.

“Fuck, sir, I’m so close already.” Her face was flushed, and she was watching him work, her chest heaving.

“Then come for me, Miss Granger. I want to feel you come on my fingers.” He pushed back into her, sucking hard on her clit as he caressed her inner walls.

Shaking, throwing her hands behind her on the bench, Hermione shattered. Her thighs squeezed against his ears, but Draco didn’t stop sucking, licking, pulling every aftershock out of her. When he felt her legs relaxing, he stood up, dropping his trousers in one smooth motion. He ripped his shirt off before tearing her dress over her head.

Staring at one another, they took in the views of their naked bodies. Draco was lean, strong, and his chest and arms were covered in beautiful, intricate tattoos. His cock was perfect, not too big, straight and gleaming with precum. Hermione's body was curvy and soft, her olive skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat. Her hair cascaded down to just above her pink, perky nipples, begging to be sucked on. 

He gripped his cock, pumping once, twice, before scooping her up and slamming her down on the piano. The keys sang underneath her, but Draco didn't care, didn't hesitate. He threw one leg over his shoulder and lined himself up with her entrance. Her hooded eyes met his silver ones, and she placed a hand on his chest.

“Please, Draco. Please fuck me.”

At the sound of his given name, he grew feral. He plunged all the way into her in one single thrust, howling in ecstasy. He stayed still for just a few seconds, practically vibrating with the need to move, giving her some time to adjust. He nipped her shoulder, feeling her relax around him. Moving over to her chest, he took one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. He withdrew slowly, then plunged back into her.

“Sweet Salazar, Miss Granger.” He pulled back, thrusting in again. “You feel so fucking good.” He ran his tongue along the base of her throat before kissing his way to her ear, slowly pumping in and out of her. She sighed and grazed her fingernails down his arm, tilting her body to meet his thrusts.

Dropping his head onto her shoulder, he placed one hand on her hip and the other on the piano. He kept up a steady pace, enjoying her soft breathy moans. She slid her free leg around him, pushing into his low back with her foot as her arms went around his back.

“Harder, sir.”

Draco groaned and pushed in deeper, harder, continuing the same speed. It was her turn to bite his shoulder, and he stuttered in his rhythm for a split second, and had to grit his teeth to not explode inside her prematurely. As she released her arms, Draco leaned her back, licking and suckling at her nipples. He moved one hand to her throat, squeezing lightly, and he could feel her clenching around him again.

“Let go, pet.” At his words, she came undone for a second time. He rode out her orgasm with her before picking her up and gently depositing her on the floor.

“On your hands and knees.”

Still shaking from her last release, she slowly obeyed. His tongue licked up underneath her, flicking her swollen clit, and she gasped.

“Your taste, Miss Granger. I could feast on this alone for the rest of my life and never starve.” His tongue dove up into her as he lapped up the remnants of her last two orgasms. One large hand reached around her to palm her breast. When he moved away, she felt cold and empty, and shimmied her back end, whining for him.

He lined himself up with her, and pushed in, completely sheathing himself in her. He bucked into her a few times, and his cock twitched inside her as he growled. He wrapped his upper body over her, sucking her earlobe.

“Hold on tight, pet.”

He straightened, and began to fuck her, his balls slapping up with every thrust. He increased his speed to a nearly maniacal pace, gripping her hips, as she knelt before him. She dropped to her forearms, unbelievably feeling her climax rising a third time. Her breathing was increasing, and he could feel her starting to squeeze around him. He lifted her up, holding her body flush with his chest, sinking back on his haunches to plunge into her from below. He took two fingers and rubbed circles over her clit, coaxing a final orgasm from her. Hermione cried out, spasming and shaking, making the most incredible throaty sounds. He allowed himself to go with her, falling over the edge, pushing in as he spurted his release.

He pulled her with him as he collapsed onto his back, sliding his softened cock out. Moving her to his side, he brought her close, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her forehead. He ran his hand through her wild curls, as she snuggled into him.

“Well, Miss Granger, it’s nearing the end of our lesson today.”

She smiled into his chest. “Yes, sir. Same time next week?”

He grinned resting his head on top of hers. “Of course. We can try out a new… song… next time.”