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Two goblets before her. He led her hands to hold both, leaning over the back of her chair. The mask covering the upper half of Hermione's face concealed the sight and smell of the potions as she traced the jewels inlaid in the cups.
"Choose, Granger."
"What if I don't?" she whispered.
Draco's breath ghosted over her ear, his hands covering hers as he encouraged her to feel the cool silver. "Then we'll have had a nice dinner, and I'll have the floo prepared for you to go home. I won't be offended."
Both goblets were cold and identical. Wrapping her fingers around the stems, she began to draw them closer, but he stopped her.
"If you want to smell the potions, I'll take off the mask. You'll know exactly what they are when you see them," he said, and she felt his lips brush her neck. "But then I will be the one choosing. You'll drink whichever one I want you to and you'll know what it is before you do."
That, strangely to her, felt worse than being blind but an agent of her own demise. No, Hermione decided. She wanted the choice.
Tightening the fingers of her left hand, she dropped her right hand into her lap. Draco hummed, his teeth grazing the space where her neck met her shoulder.
"Are you sure that's the one you want?"
"I chose," she said. "Let me see it before I drink it. I won't change my decision, it'll make no difference."
Draco didn't answer and she lifted her right hand to the mask covering all but her lips, when something cold and hard snapped into place around her wrist.
"That wasn't the game, Granger," he said with an air of amusement, tightening the handcuff and bringing it down. She felt him kneel beside her and lock the adjoining cuff to the rear chair leg.
She hesitated when his hand wrapped around her other wrist but let go of the goblet as he repeated the restraint on her other side.
"Head back, mouth open. Don't swallow until I tell you to."
Hermione's heart began to race. His voice came from in front of her that time as he pushed the chair backwards. She couldn't see or smell, and sounds were muffled through the fabric. Not knowing what she was to drink for him, what it would do to her body or mind…
"So wet," he murmured, his hand skating beneath her dress and grazing only the skin on her inner thighs. "I haven't even touched you. You're making a mess of my chair."
She squirmed in her seat, pressing her thighs together to hide from his touch. Draco laughed quietly. "While you can, Granger," he said before tilting her head back with his fingers on her chin.
She opened her mouth, jumping when she felt his tongue on her lips before he released the potion from his mouth into hers. She swallowed immediately, forgetting his command.
Draco tutted as he set down the goblet and pushed his legs between her knees, spreading them wide as he held her face in his hands.
"Such a bad girl. Oh well..."
That taste. She knew it. Lavender and chamomile and a syrupy texture coated her tongue after she swallowed.
"Sweet dreams, Granger," Draco said as he placed kisses on both her eyelids over the mask.
The chair became a cloud beneath her, the cuffs a soft caress. Hermione tried to say the words, prove she knew what he'd done with the dreamless sleep potion, but she was already gone.