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Draco had a complicated relationship with sex. It wasn’t something he generally talked about but he thought about it a lot. Draco thought about sex during most of his idle time, truth be told, but he didn’t engage in it. Twice, a fair few years ago, was enough.
The first time had been to sate a curiosity and to brag to his friends. The second, to try to disprove his theory: that sex was a disappointment. The fantasy of it seemed to be much more alluring and exciting than the act itself. Since he didn’t crave it either, Draco didn’t seek out potentially willing partners. He didn’t want to have sex. But he fucking loved watching it.
Wizarding porn was mediocre at best but the muggles knew what they were doing, the horny fuckers. Draco had developed… He didn’t want to call it an addiction. An addiction implied he had a problem and he didn’t have a problem. He’d developed a habit of watching a porn video or two most nights. Sometimes he wouldn’t touch himself to them. The sensation of being aroused was enough.
When his tolerance for certain lewd content built to the point of fruitlessness, he began looking elsewhere and discovered the internet. And fuuuuuck the internet was a hotbed for sordid activity. His mind had been blown. He’d been a kid in a sweet shop, not knowing what to watch first.
Within the last six months, he’d found the wonder that were camgirls and his life had changed forever. He could interact from afar with this type of porn. Draco could ask for what he wanted, so long as he tipped enough, and get it with ease. All from the safety of his terribly empty and dull bachelor pad.
So now, he’d return home from a stressful day in the Auror department, eat, shower and randomise his camgirl selection for the evening. Most of the time, it would begin and he’d watch her performance fully clothed with his arms crossed over his chest. His cock would grow rigid, the video would end and he’d fall asleep soothed, having not ejaculated.
Tonight was different but not unsatisfactory. Tonight Draco looked for a girl with a certain… aesthetic. Dark brown eyes, darker brown curly hair and an irritatingly smart mouth.
After searching for a while, the specifics of her mouth had to be dispensed with. Nobody possessed the same stupidly self-congratulatory smile as his colleague, Hermione Granger. Not that he was interested in Hermione Granger, much the opposite. He couldn’t stand her correctness. Her teacher’s-pet-ness. One would think a woman would grow out of behaving like the world’s most eager lick-arse at school but alas, she hadn’t. Draco’s tolerance for her was at an all-time low. That didn’t make her unattractive which, when he thought too long about it, was odd.
Draco wasn’t attracted to many people in real life but Granger was one of them. Diagnosing why would bring on a migraine and problems and Draco didn’t need problems. He actively avoided problems in his personal life. His occupation was riddled with enough of them.
So what would help was finding a girl vaguely Granger-like for him to get turned on by and ask her to stuff her smart mouth with the biggest fucking toy she owned.
Fuck. That would work wonders.
In meetings with the squad, Granger still raised her hand like she was fourteen and knew the right answer in class. Annoyingly, she did know the right answer. Always. It wasn’t as though Draco didn’t, he just couldn’t embarrass himself the same way by shooting his arm straight up before anybody else had a chance to steal her thunder. It was petulant but Draco had begun answering Robards, without asking for permission, louder and faster than she could beg for their Head Auror’s approval.
She fucking hated it. Granger had scorned him eternally anyway but now she’d achieved a depth of detestation that Draco could be proud of. It turned him on, knowing her blood pumped faster whenever he was around. He wondered about her more than most. Draco sat up at night and pondered whether Granger was a sexual being. He thought about if she liked to be touched and how she liked to be touched. Did she have a loving long-term partner or was she the type to have something frequent, varied and casual?
He had a lot of questions about sex, and her, and sex but would never ask them.
Instead, he was drawn to the deep brown eyes of a stranger dazzling through the holes of a black lace mask. This camgirl could be Granger’s twin. He was only convinced that she wasn’t because of the lighting she’d set up in her filming room. Her face was drenched in shadow so much that he couldn’t determine if the mark on her left cheek was the same as Granger’s cluster of large freckles or if his imagination was running ahead of him. It had a habit of doing that.
The more that Granger infuriated him, the more aroused he became. This morning she’d stolen the field work assignment he’d been vetted for months to be assigned. Draco had worked himself out to the extremes to be ready for it. He was exhausted but excited. Robards delivered the bad news, that they would be taking a more strategic approach headed by Auror Granger, with a hand on Draco’s shoulder that morning. He could barely concentrate on the words coming out of the man’s mouth because of that hand. On his shoulder. Draco had learned how to fix his face but was sure a sneer must have slipped out.
He was in the mood tonight to be unfairly demanding of the Granger-twin camgirl and opened up her stream. Draco tipped her £50 immediately to start sucking on something phallic. He hadn’t changed out of his work suit just to imagine making Granger do this exact same thing in the Auror Dpt. boardroom. He’d order her to strip down to her underthings and sit on the 8ft long desk, her thighs spread, just to watch how his inaction made her gusset wet.
Draco was very aware of how his disinterest in most people affected them. He was burdened with good looks and the combination turned people irrational, he’d found. Women had offered him their body after no seduction on his part too many times to count. And he got immense satisfaction from rejecting them because they’d try harder. They’d do more for him. His admin, fetching beverages, buying him Quidditch tickets. It was a privilege to be so sexy, so in demand. And it royally pissed him off that Granger was not among those desperate women. That she could have so little pride in how she presented herself at work and yet have so much that she couldn’t admit… Half the reason she hated him was because he was gorgeous. Objectively. There was no argument she could spin for it. Draco knew it.
An hour into the camgirl’s live stream, she was nearly nude; her tight pink nipples on display, the strings of a black lace thong pulled up to her hips. She’d taken quite a monster of a dildo between her lips expertly and performatively gagged when he’d asked her to. When he’d tipped another £100. It was getting late and he’d been satisfied. Draco was thinking of closing his computer down, dressing into his pyjamas and going to sleep.
But this Granger look alike made a special offer that stopped him from clicking away.
“How about we make this interesting? Whoever can tip me the highest amount in the next minute…” She smiled seductively down the lens of her camera and held up a small black controller. “...Will get to own the remote to the vibrator stuffed up my cunt. I’ll wear it for a whole day for you.”
Draco had more money than sense. He didn’t have to work. He was an Auror because he enjoyed it, making Granger’s interference much more personal to him. Draco could spend whatever he wished on that tempting offer. More than her other viewers probably could. It was no loss to him. He didn’t ultimately even care about it but engaging in sex like this was, at least, a bit more interactive.
So he tipped her 5K with 10 seconds to spare and watched her eyes widen in shock. Draco wasn’t used to the expression on Granger’s face to determine whether this camgirl was close enough to the real thing. Granger’s eyes usually squinted at him in fury rather than opened in surprise. But he smiled to himself at her reaction, knowing he’d won it.
The camgirl quickly announced him as the victor, closed down her stream and privately messaged him to ask how he’d like it to be sent and where.
By owl, he said, recklessly. Foolishly having it in his head that this was Granger. When Draco was painfully aroused, the Statute of Secrecy was an afterthought.
It was his turn to be surprised. The black remote arrived within thirty minutes by owl. Camgirl was a witch and, more intriguingly, she lived close by.