POV: Draco. Don't Play The Song Until I Tell You Darling! 😘

We were finally home and back to our everyday lives.

Hermione was basically living with me in my flat, coming and staying quite frequently... I loved it. She began to leave little hints of her cohabitation in my home. For example, her gold and scarlet colored toothbrush with the Gryffindor Crest on the bottom, was sitting next to my Slytherin Green toothbrush with a gnarly snake that coiled all around it represented the next phase of seriousness of our relationship that two people shared in the growth of their love. I know it's nauseating, but I had to admit that I fucking relished in this. And it was because of Hermione Granger. Also, more and more of her clothing kept taking up space in my closet... And she had a few habits that I found aggravatingly and irritatingly adorable... such as leaving her bloody makeup a strewn all over my flipping bathroom sink... I was falling more and more in love with her by the second. I didn't even think a love like this was even possible? There was never enough hours in the day for my selfishness to always want her around me.

It was late in the evening on Saturday, which only meant one thing... Hermione was going to work. I was sitting on my bed watching her getting ready to leave for her job. When I was becoming angrier by the minute and in my mind rehashing the same row we'd been having for the past few weeks, of me repeatedly asking her to quit this degrading nonsense. But she wouldn't hear of it. She was so fucking stubborn and independent, wanting to pay for her own schooling and this was her only option right now, she would say... Blah, fucking, blah... well, she does have another option. And it was me.

She glided out of my bathroom to join me and to kiss me goodbye for the next few hours, until she came home to me... She was wearing her traditional seductive attire of a black leather corset, onyx leather thong, fishnet stockings, and matching black thigh high heeled boots. I had had, enough... Hermione belonged to me and no wizard was ever going to see her in this light again.

I pushed myself off of my bed to give her my thoughts and my disapprovals begging for to finally hear me!

"'Mione, please... would you please for Merlin's sake listen to me! This is fucking bollocks! You can't continue with this! Let me help you! Don't think of it as pity! I know you and I know that's what you're thinking! Think of it as a man who's fucking in love with you and wants to get you out of this... this..."

"This what, Draco?! I've told you! And I'll keep telling you over and over again! I'm doing this for my own benefit! To prove to myself, that I can do this on my own! I don't want to be dependent on any man! I know how much you love me! And how much you care for my well-being! I love you so much, too! But you have to see this from my point of view and understand, I'm doing this for ME! You can't control me, Draco! I'm doing nothing wrong, but bettering my future!"

"Oh, please! You preach witches liberations, witches freedoms, witches equalities, and witches rights all the time! But do you truly think you're empowering yourself by fucking taking off your clothes and dancing about like a slut for Galleons every night, is fulfilling your duties to succeed as an independent woman?! You're contradicting yourself! This job is demeaning Hermione! You're better this! You are so beautiful and smart and it fucking kills me that you are continuing with this!!" I took a deep breath, knowing my consequences as I looked at her with pain reading all over her gorgeous face. I punched the wall next to me and continuing my heart to her, "Why can't you see what I'm trying to do?!?! Let me help you! It's not about me controlling you GODDAMMIT! It's about me being in LOVE WITH YOU AND SEEING MY GIRLFRIEND PERFORMING FOR WIZARDS OTHER THAN ME! THEY DON'T DESERVE YOU! YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS! YOU DESERVE THE WORLD AND I'M WILLING AND YEARNING TO GIVE IT TO YOU!" I ferociously bellowed, getting in her face, fuming my fury and frustration for her to hear to me.

Tears were streaming uncontrollably down her face. She was furious. I could see it in her gorgeous water-falling brown eyes that I hurt her to the core. Hermione's chest was panting in anger, making her highly set cleavage bewitchingly bouncing up and down through her rapid inhales and exhales, turning me on quite frankly... our passions of love and hate drove us mad. But I was afraid, I took things to far this time... she let me have it...

"Thank you, Draco. I want to thank you for making me feel like a tragic pitiful WITCH-WHORE WHO ONLY CARES ABOUT HERSELF! OH! WAIT A MINUTE, NOW! WAIT! I GET IT, NOW! SO WHAT THIS IS TRULY ABOUT IS YOUR SELFISHNESS AND MENTAL JEALOUSY! NOT JEALOUSY THAT I'M DOING THIS, BUT JEALOUS OF THE WIZARDS I COULDN'T CARE LESS ABOUT?! YOU BLOODY SNAKE SCOUNDREL BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU JUDGE ME?! YOU HAVE A LOT OF NERVE, DRACO MALFOY! I am a DAMN PROUD FEMINIST AND ANY WITCH NOR MUGGLE WOMAN COULD STAND TALL NEXT TO ME, KNOWING I CHOOSE MY TRUTH AND CHOOSE TO BE ME AND TO MAKE MY OWN CAREER! This job is not permanent, MALFOY! It's a path to my bettering my future! And I can say I did it ON MY OWN! I'm not talking about this anymore! I'm already late! You've broken my heart for the last time you COMPLETE ARSE!"

Hermione was in a state of despair, her lip was quivering, her model worthy face was flustered, and sniffing her precious pink nose walking backwards away from me, but still glaring at me to make me see her anguish that was taking over her enthralling physique, that I inflicted upon her. She ended her walk of reflection and turning away from me killing my soul piece by piece... Her back was facing me as I witnessed her sobs convulsing her exquisitely perfected curved back and almost loosing my concentration at that kissable arse of hers, calling me to squeeze. My anger dominated me and I tried to stop her with my heart, but my cunning mouth got away from me...

"HERMIONE! Goddamn, why are you so insufferably stubborn?! Don't fucking do this! Quit playing the victim all the time!" I ceased my words for a second as she pivoted around to face me looking as if she were going to punch me in the face again... I became more heated and feeling my Slytherin Side venomously throbbing inside of me, consequently digging my self further into my own grave and escaping out of my knowingly cruel tongue... "You wanna know something else I've discovered while discussing this for the thousandth time? I think you enjoy the wizards gawking at you and worshipping your every move... You haven't had a lot of male attention and now that you've had it, you fucking crave it," I sinisterly and regrettably spewed as much as I wanted to retract back my statement. It was too late. She charged at me and gutted me with her words, pointing her wand in my direction in a threatening manner...

"After everything we've been through and this is how you talk to me... this is how you treat me... We are finished! And don't you dare follow me," and just as fast as she said it... she left me in the same timely fashion in a apparating flash, and she was gone.

I went into a rage. I was disgusted by myself for what I said and how I spoke to the woman I was in love with...

I picked up my wand needing to break something and slashed open all the my cabinet doors in my kitchen and broke every single glass in my possession...

Then I pulled myself together, and went to my girlfriend's place of work, to get her back...

Play the song! 😘😏🖤😈

I roughly pulled the disgusting door to open to 'The Witch's Craft' to find Hermione for reconciliation and to tell her how much I loved her and needed her.

As luck would have it, she was on the main stage in the midsts of smoky auras and whitened crystal strobe lighting hitting her every sexual moves, that should only be reserved for me, hidden behind her black leather mask and seducing every arsebag in this gluttonous vermin infested mental institution...

I stood in the back so she couldn't see me, as I watched her dancing and becoming livid with every movement of her body and watching these pigs gawking at my girl.

She was dancing to a rather provocative song that I loved and would repeat the lyrics to her in our erotica sexual language. "I wanna feel you from the inside..." FUCKING MERLIN'S BEARD, I'm about to lose my mind!!

Hermione was powerfully captivating and commanding her audience. Pulling them along with every step she took, drawing them into her trance to fantasize about her in more ways than I want to know about. She was really quite incredible at this... she Dominatrixly crawled across the stage on her hands and knees, all the while looking up at her devotees. Slinging and flipping her long sexy and wavy golden brown hair and letting it cascade down her back and on the sides of her beautiful face, still hidden from her admirers...

She enticingly creeped upon a chair that was in the middle of the stage and it's back was facing us. Hermione slung her legs wide open in a fanning rotation. Her next routinely point was hypnotically and slowly beginning to bend her knees to sit her luscious arse down towards the seat, feeling her bare thighs with the palms of her hands and sliding them down her fishnet covered thighs to her knees. Easing that stubborn arse of hers, that should be branded with my name, onto the seat.

She then brought one of her hands to the top of the chair for support, while the other hand reaching to grip the bottom seat underneath her and arching her back as she started to roll her stomach and grind her hips in an extremely sexually waving and suggestively forward motion in a circle on the seat, as if I were underneath her when she fucked me... it was the exact moves she did to me while she made love to me. I was beyond pissed... I was the only wizard worthy enough of seeing her in this position. And I was lucky enough to know what it felt like to have her doing this to me.

She suddenly stopped, standing and flipping the chair in the opposite direction and slamming herself onto it once again, now seeing her full frontal motions. Hermione was placing her hands all over her delicious body and grinding herself even harder in the chair and seeing her mouth agape in ecstasy, that I only knew what she truly looked like in this tantalizing manner...

I felt the heat of fury rising from my feet all the way up to my head and I decided right then and there, Tonight. Was. La Máscara's. Final. Fucking. Show.

I retrieved my wand and pushed the revolting wizards out of my way to make a pathway to my girl to get her off the stage.

I was met of course with angry patrons yelling at me and I didn't give a Snallygaster shit.

I finally made it up to the stage and jumped on top of its floor, scaring the ghoul out of Hermione so much that she screamed. I charged right at her and lifted her up off of the chair and slung her petite frame across my shoulder.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!"

I heard the raspy South London Snatcher voice of Scabior in wrath of my actions and coming up to the stage.

"DRACO! Put me down! NOW!" Hermione ordered me, but I ignored her requests...

I held onto her waist with one hand and reached into my charmed extension pocket with the other and threw Ten Thousand Galleons worth of offerings to the munger to free Hermione from this ratchet whore house.

"Here's her resignation, fucking fleabag!" I spat walking us down the stage's stairs to the exit doors with Scabior watching us leave with his mouth open and picking up his offerings like a crazed vagabond.

The attention was off of us as Hermione realized and kicked and squirmed her way out of my arms. Just beside the door to make our exits.

"HOW DARE YOU HUMILIATE ME LIKE THAT DRACO?! YOU HAD NO RIGHT! YOU DON'T OWN ME!"

"OH OF COURSE! STILL PLAYING THE PRECIOUS VICTIM ARE WE?! AFTER I JUST SAVED YOU FROM THIS WRETCHED DUMP! I SHOULD'VE JUST LET YOU KEEP MAKING A VILE REPRESENTATION OF YOURSELF!"

Hermione pushed my chest back with a firm blow and took off out of the door, running away from me and running away from us.

I fucked up again.

But this was the last time.