Why everyone should read this: MrBenzedrine writes some of the most compelling stories for this fandom, and some of the most romantic and gorgeous sex scenes, too! This story delivers on every level.
Written for the 2017 dramione_duet Fic Exchange, this is the tale of an older Hermione who is now leader of the Order after Harry has fallen and the rebellion is scattered. Desperate for any ideas on how she can defeat Voldemort, she accepts an anonymous invitation by a member of the Dark Army to meet in secret for an information exchange. Her payment for that vital intel is agreed to be made in sexual favours. Little does she know, those 'favours' are all for her benefit, as her mysterious lover sees to her pleasure first and foremost. With each subsequent exchange, he awakens more and more of the woman within her who had been sublimated by war for too many years. As a result, her feelings for him become more convoluted. Then, even as she begins to unravel his identity, he begins to retreat, sure that if she ever discovers that he is Draco Malfoy, her one-time tormentor and a hated member of the Death Eaters, she'd come to despise him for tricking her in the first place.
The sexual connection between these two is undeniable from the start. Their attraction is insanely hot, but it's the emotional tie that grows between them over time that you can sense and see which makes this piece compelling. My only wish is that, someday, MrBenzedrine might consider expanding this tale with a revised edition of it to give us a few more scenes in the middle...but then, I'm greedy for a well-written smutty Dramione.
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Excerpt:
A thumb grazed along her lower lip, protruding it slightly.
“You’re prettier than what I expected.”
Had he been expecting her? Or did he mean in generality? Hermione refused to ask, choosing instead to remain silent as that thumb teased over her lower lip again.
“It would be so easy, you know.”
“What would?” she found herself asking.
“To betray you.”
Her body tensed under the weight of his words, and his lips curled back in a satisfied smirk.
“Lucky for me, you won’t do that, will you?” she whispered, eyes glancing up to the hood, wishing she could see more of his face. Just an inkling of who he was, and she could turn this all around. Still, for how intimidating this situation was, she didn’t feel as unsettled as she’d expected to be. Maybe it was the calming draught she took before coming. Maybe it was because he hadn’t shoved his hands inside of her robes yet. Either way, even though he was the one in control, Hermione didn’t get the impression. He was just as nervous about this as she was - wasn’t that interesting?