A/N: Here have a little something or other! It's Christmas so why not, even if this is an unchristmassy smut!
"Hermione." Draco's voice caught the witch by surprise as she lingered in the archive room.
"Draco what are you doing here?" She smiled softly at him as he stepped towards the row of parchments she was currently browsing, searching for the right one. His hands slipped around her waist as she turned back to the shelves and he pulled back against his body. The squeak of surprise made him smirk and before she could turn around to say anything he'd swept her ponytail to the side and was kissing along her bared neck.
The squeak quickly turned into soft whimpers and his hands moved from her waist to the front of her robes, undone quickly and thrown haphazardly to the floor.
"Draco." She pants softly as his long fingers slip up her top, brushing the edge of her bra. It was as she leant against the rickety shelving of the archives that she was aware of what she was doing and where she was doing it. Suddenly she stopped pressing her butt into his crotch and span in his arms, pulling his hands away from her body, locking his wrists in her own firm grasp.
"Yes?" His pupils were blown back and his gaze was focused on her lips.
"I'm at work!" She was aiming for stern, she missed as the lust dripped into her voice.
"What's your point, moan quietly." He whispered, pulling her towards him again and kissing her hard on the mouth. She was putty in his hands and the moans that slipped from her mouth made him cup her bottom and haul her closer. He groaned as her body collided with his, her leg lifting to wrap around his waist, one hand gripping his shoulder while the other grabbed his bum without hesitation. He felt locked in her embrace and he didn't care. His fingers had undone her bra without registering on a conscious level and he was now toying with one nipple as she kissed his neck over and over again. One hand was now edging towards the waist band of her skirt when a door somewhere in the archive room slammed.
Hermione sprang away fast and scowled at him for undoing her bra without her noticing. Her lips were slightly swollen from his kissing and there was an aura of dishevelment around her, Draco called it her "fuck me" look. She frowned again and manage to re-do her bra back up as Draco picked her robes, handy to cover his major hard on as her boss Perkins appeared behind her.
"Ah Mr Malfoy." Perkins was a wizened old man who looked suspiciously at the blond interloper in his archives.
"Mr Perkins, I came to ask my delightful girlfriend if she wished to join me for lunch but it would seem you have her buried in a project?" Draco's smoothness occasionally scared Hermione but at this moment in time she appreciated it. She was hot and bothered and fairly sure her knickers were soaked through and all the while the pale git had an air of smugness around him as he lied for the pair of them.
"Ah yes, one 1884 Goblin Riot, we're trying to track down the lost relics of the Bawdling family." Perkins was still unsure but he turned to Hermione, effectively dismissing the blond.
"Yes sir." Hermione said, pleased she had no shake in her voice, nothing to give away the fact she was about to have naughty sex with a delicious Slytherin in one of the most revered rooms in the Jones-Montague Library. "Nothing of note so far but I am hoping the peculiarity of the family name will make it easier, despite alternate spellings." Hermione hoped her waffle was enough to appease her uptight boss.
"Oh well crack on with it Miss Granger." Perkins raised one grey eyebrow at Draco who nodded his head. "You work on the seventh floor of the ministry don't you Mr Malfoy?"
"Indeed Sir, I work on the long term effects of curses and hexes on antiques and relics, whether they develop sentience or not." Draco nodded and did he detect a nod of approval? He did indeed and the man carried on out of the door Draco came through.
"Oh my god…" Hermione flapped her hands at her face in an attempt to quell the embarrassment while Draco stood with an insufferable smirk on his face. "How can you be so calm?" She almost screeched and Draco just laughed.
"Next time, I am fucking you." He whispered, bending his head to the shell of her ear, goose-bumps prickling their way down her neck and arms. Hermione shivered and he pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek. "I'll see you for dinner." He called and left quickly, leaving her cloak on a chair while she sunk to the floor with a soft moan.