Chapter 414: Femdom

Although it was in the basement, there was no dark and damp feeling, but it was baked warmly.
"Recover quickly." Malfoy's low voice slowly sounded in Hermione's ear.
Hermione felt that her body had regained control of her, and her consciousness returned to her brain again.
She slowly opened her eyes, the black veil reflected in her eyes, the smoke-like lace closed up, hanging a few silver tassels, and the light satin ribbon tied the tent, like the spring Winged butterfly.
The big bed is very soft and comfortable, the pillow height is also appropriate, embroidered with pink lace, the whole room is filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, there is a little light yet mellow perfume smell in the air, it should be sprayed of
But she had no time to taste this intoxicating taste.
That painful pain seemed to cover every inch of her body again, and she couldn't help but curled up her body.
Like a bowed back, poor shrimp, that residual pain still lived in every corner of her body, like the whole bone was crushed by inches, and then slowly grew up.
Not only hurt, but itchy.
"Cooperate." Malfoy whispered softly in Hermione's ear.
The word "cooperate?" reached Hermione's ear, and it completely changed into another hint.
She was trembling with anger, and the pain of humiliation and hatred actually suppressed the real pain for a time.
She wanted to break free from today's situation, she wanted to struggle to get up, but her hands were firmly clamped by a strong palm.
If she can calm down, she will find that there is no trace of in Malfoy's eyes, quite calm.
Hermione was struggling desperately, and now she could almost guess what would happen in the future.
The 17-year-old girl's body is between green and mature, not to mention the unevenness, but also has a different charm.
Malfoy's body suddenly froze for a moment, his eyes suddenly changed, and then the powerful palm climbed the girl's shoulder.
With a spur, the golden-red lady's wizard costume was torn open in response to the sound, and the original wide robe usually covered her already developed body.
Looking around, the girl's delicate collarbone is unobstructed, and the thin shoulders are light-colored slender shoulder straps on both sides.
Further down, there are some white and tender softness that makes the population dry. Under the half-covering and half-covering, the slight bulge and bulging are blocked by the white gown.
Hermione bit her own lips subconsciously, the female instinct made her subconsciously shy and wanted to cover up, but the faint shame disappeared immediately, and the rosyness that had just climbed on her cheeks turned pale again.
She was ashamed of her shaking and shyness.
Hermione didn't want to accept it. At that moment, she was lost.
"I don't like him now!"
"I haven't felt him for a long time.
"He is Voldemort's man," he fled. "
"He is a coward."
"Maybe he returned to Hogwarts was also arranged by Voldemort, just to inquire about the intelligence. He and Snape were together. Maybe the poison of Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall was also under the cooperation of Snape."
"And Dementors..."
Hermione desperately persuaded herself while struggling.
At the same time, he was ashamed of his brief confusion.
Her bare skin made her irrational, and she was frightened again, and the flowing blood suddenly coagulated, and then started to flow backwards.
She looked up and struggled to meet the past, exposing a larger piece of snow-white skin, under the ambiguous candlelight, dyed a touch of crimson.
Malfoy's expression was a bit daunting.
This violent reaction was unexpected to him.
He originally thought that Hermione's IQ could understand his "cooperation".
But it looks wrong now.
More extreme reactions.
Hermione straightened up, trying to break free.
She wanted to hit Malfoy with her forehead, because this was the only part of her body that she could control.
But he didn't expect Malfoy to react and took a step back, but he didn't have time.
The lips of the two were so abruptly wrapped in a strange angle.
Kissing was supposed to be something that couples did before, with obsessive eyes
The four lips are entwined, the girl's lips are very cold, and there is a hint of sweetness.
Then there was a tingling bite that broke his lips, as if there was a deep hatred.
The girl reacted quickly. , More fierce resistance.
"Unconscious."
"The second time." Malfoy touched the corner of his mouth.
"I really like biting." While Hermione was in a lethargy, Malfoy picked her chin and said playfully.
In such a big disaster, I always have to charge some interest, I have to say that it is very delicate.
This age of unique maturity and green temperament coexist, the most obscure time.
Coupled with her strong and independent temperament, it has some strange charm.
"It would be better if you didn't like poke Lou Zi so much." Malfoy sighed.
How to deal with this girl is also a big problem.
Maybe you have to wait until the end of the war to settle the dust?
Malfoy lifted his forehead painfully, obviously this was a big trouble.
You also have to think about what Voldemort said.
Don't overdo it.
He is also a young man with a natural flair, and he cannot be indifferent to it.
He kept pouring tea into his mouth, and expensive tea was drunk by cattle.
Malfoy soothed his emotions.
Flip through at will, calm down the mood.
Malfoy wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, his teeth and the tip of his tongue touched, his lips and tongue were injured, and his teeth seemed to be knocked, and there was a cold pain.
Just now, the vague sense of being peeped completely subsided.
It's not really a peep, but at least Voldemort needs to perceive that there has been fierce resistance.
Even if made countless can prove their loyalty.
Voldemort did not necessarily trust him completely.
The suspicious nature has penetrated into his bones.
About half an hour later, he saw Hermione's fingers twitch.
"Are you awake?" Malfoy asked casually, sitting in front of a light red solid wood coffee table, flipping through the books, the fine green tea leaves in the cup, floating quietly in sleep, breathing a faint white mist .
The hot tea gradually became cold.
"I just thought it was a bite from the dog." Hermione said angrily.
"You better feel faint first, I haven't touched you, a dead woman, oh no girl, it's too disappointing for me, I'm not that good." Malfoy said lightly, holding up the teacup And took a sip.
"My obsession is not bad, I know everything you are thinking about."
"Or, your brain occlusion technique is good, but your acting skills can't keep up, I just know your thoughts by looking at the expression."
"You want to leave here, unless you are lying down, but it's good to keep it, at least not to lose your life."
Malfoy gently put the cup back on the delicate mahogany coffee table, but the hot tea still inevitably splashed out.
What about her wand? Needless to say, it must have been taken away.
"This suit is not for you."
Hermione immediately guarded her chest with both hands.
"It's too good to run away, dressed smartly." He shook his head scrutinizingly.
"Relax, I won't help you, nothing to look at." He said coldly.
Malfoy snapped his fingers.
Hermione's eyes suddenly appeared a short figure-her eyes were a little shining.
"Look at her. If she runs away, you will commit suicide." Malfoy only ordered her.
He knew how to deal with this situation as a servant, and also took advantage of Hermione’s weakness, she would not run, she would not accept the house elves to sacrifice for her
Hermione looked at Malfoy angrily, interrupted when she wanted to say something.
"If you don't want to kill her, you'd better not try to escape." Looking at Hermione's eyes, Malfoy shook his index finger gently.
"The cruel decision was made by you, not me." He said softly.
The blood that had disappeared on Hermione's face was once again filled with an alluring flush of anger.
"Shameless." Hermione closed her eyes weakly, her lips moving, and said weakly.
"You have failed Professor McGonagall's trust in you!"
"I'm also disappointed." Hermione seemed a little flustered, whispering in murmur, her face pale
"Disappointed? Does that mean you still had hope for me?" said ridiculously, but found that he seemed to be asking a question that should not be asked.
"Yes, I liked you until a short time ago." Hermione did not evade this question this time and directly gave a bursting answer.
Brown eyes did not avoid, Malfoy looked at him, as if the latter was hit by a dull hammer on his chest.
An indescribable sense of absurdity poured out of Malfoy's heart.
"This joke isn't very funny, Miss Granger. If you don't have a sense of humor, don't make any joke."
His pale gray pupil shrank suddenly, and then said coldly.
"Your words prove a proverb-language is the most brilliant magic."
"Compared to this, you still have to think about how to escape from my hands by other means than using sympathy."
Malfoy glanced at her.
Hermione's body was stiff, and she lost her strength. The brown, with amber eyes, stared angrily at the man in front of her. Malfoy's hand stretched out, fiddled with Hermione's brown curly hair, curled up in curls on his fingers, and then suddenly loosened.
It looks like flirting.
Between the tips of the hair, there was a faint fragrance of shampoo.
Only now, the girl feels sick and angry from the heart ~ EbookFREE.me ~ undressing, changing her to suitable clothes, at least not suitable for running. "He deliberately put on a mischievous smile.
The adjustment under high pressure may want to indulge before the desperation, or it may be the only contribution of this rash girl
Always give her a lesson, and always do things that drag on.
"Okay, young master." Shining numbly said.
In the end, he told the elf named Shining and quickly left.
There was a feeling of running away, but Hermione's attention was distracted and she did not notice.
With a click, the door was closed.
He leaned against the door beam and touched his forehead, wondering if he had hallucinations.
Rather than saying it is a confession, it is a declaration of a complete break, after all, the prefix used to describe the word "once".