Author Note: So this is going to be a multi chap fic. Just a warning, I do tend to be a slow updater, about 1 or 2 times a month. I'll of course always try to be faster than that, but so far this has been one schoolyard bully of a year.

"I know you like it Hermione."

She could only nod as he pressed more firmly against her. Her body was wedged between him and the wall, and her shirt was on the floor, the buttons scattered everywhere. The pinstripe skirt she wore to work was bunched up at her thighs, his pants at his ankles, his tip was poised and ready to enter.

"Draco, should we really be doing this in the office?"

"Do you want me to stop?" His trademark smirk was in place as he watched her reaction, the tip of his cock just barely sliding in.

"No, no, don't st—"

That was when the alarm went off, waking Draco up with a start.

Every night for the past month, ever since she started working in his department, it was the same dream. He got up, looking down at his erection with mild annoyance. It wasn't that he hated her, or even mildly disliked her anymore. In fact, she was a fantastic coworker, always on time, always working hard.

But now he could barely look at her without getting hard, or at least getting red in the face. So he avoided her.

... ... ... ... ...

He had just sat down in his office when she came storming in. "What have I done to you Draco?"

His face was a carefully composed mask, always lacking emotion. But inside he was screaming, thinking she must know what she was doing to him. "I've no clue what you're shouting about Ms. Granger, please shut the door on your way out."

She slammed the door shut, but stayed inside of the office. "It's Mrs. Weasley, as you very well know. And I demand to know why you've been treating me with such disdain. These are no longer dark days, or had you forgotten?"

At that point, she had her hand pressed to his desk, and she was leaning forward, her heavy breathing causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly. He long to reach over, just to unbutton a little bit, to get just a hint of what was underneath. But he fought that urge, as well as the one to stare.

"Yes, I am aware Ms. Grang—"

"Mrs. Weasley, why are you having such a hard time with that?"

"Because you deserve better." He said this softly, under his breath. Truthfully, he didn't mean to let that slip, but she made him kind of crazy.

She stood back, shocked by his statement. Instead of responding, she chose to walk out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.

"What did I just do?" The blonde man said to himself. His head was buried into his hands, he felt awful about saying it. Not to say that he didn't think it, but it didn't need to be said aloud, and especially actually to her.

Finally, he decided to make his way over to her office, he owed her an apology. As he approached the closed door of her office, he could hear a bit of yelling. Honestly, it surprised him, she was always the most professional person there. Suddenly Ron came bursting out, red in the face and clearly in a flurry.

The ginger turned, saw Draco, and looked nearly murderous, but stormed off without a word. Draco looked into the office and saw Hermione in a flurry of paper and tears. "Are you alright?" He asked, closing the door and pulling down the shade. She deserved to cry without an audience.

"Great, just what I need. What are you even doing in here Malfoy?" He winced at the sound of his last name coming from her mouth, she hadn't used it in years.

"Well I came to apologize, "he approached her slowly, fighting off the odd sensation to comfort her, "I was way out of line back there."

"Yes, you bloody well were." She nearly shouted at him, but clearly remembered that she was at work, and caught herself. "But you also weren't wrong." Her voice was slightly calmer with that last statement.

"What happened?" By now, Draco was standing right beside her, towering over her.

"He cheated on me. Pansy came into my office, informing me of the affair. So I of course called him, and he came in. There was just a lot of shouting, and in the end he couldn't deny it. And now here I am, stuck in my office, crying in front of someone that hates me, and Merlin only knows why you do."

"I don't hate you Hermione." He rested on his knees before her, pressing his hands to the sides of her face, forcing her to look at him. "He is an idiot, and you deserve so much better. Hermione Granger, you are the brightest witch in all of ever, not just our age. And why you would ever settled for a halfwit like him, I'll never understand it. But you, you are magnificent, and don't ever think otherwise."

"Why are you being do nice to me Draco? All you ever do is avoid me."

"Because every time I look at you, I just, I get the urge to…"

Draco trailed off, not wanting to finish this sentence, knowing that it would most likely lead to her yelling at him.

"Tell me."

He shook his head slightly, and with his palms still covering her cheeks, he pressed his lips gently to hers. But in only a moment, he was back on his feet and heading for the door. "I'm sorry Hermione, again, I was out of line." And with that, he shut the door and headed back to his office.

It was going to be a very long day.

... ... ... ... ...

Draco wandered around his apartment, wearing a pair of sweats and an old shirt. His apartment was large, and uncluttered, perfect for him. The kitchen was fully stocked, and he was pulling open a cupboard, trying to find something to eat, when he heard a knock at the door.

Assuming it was just the post for the day, he didn't bother to change. But of course, it was Hermione. Luckily dressed down, but still looking a lot nicer than he was at the moment.

"Can I come in?" She asked, after a few moments of him just staring at her.

"Oh right, of course!" Draco stood aside, gesturing her in. He was a bit embarrassed by his clothing, he prided himself on always looking sharp.

"Look Draco, I just felt that we needed to talk about what happened today."

"Right, or we could just forget it. I shouldn't have done it—"

"Then why did you do it?"

He hesitated, of course he could tell her the truth. But what was the truth? That he had been having dreams of fucking her against a wall, yeah that would go over well.

"Well?"

"Please Hermione, let us just drop it. I don't want to tell you a lie, but you wouldn't like the truth."

"Oh Merlin Draco, really? Just spit it out."

"I can't stop dreaming of pressing you up against a wall and fucking your brains out. Happy now?"

She started at him, looking shocked, and he stared back, and looking just as equally shocked.

As she made her way toward him, he was certain she was going to slap him. But no, her hand did meet his cheek, but it was gentle. Then, her lips were meeting with his, and he couldn't believe this was really happening.

Her lips were so soft, like kissing rose petals. But logically, he knew it was wrong, and she was just doing this to get back at Ron. So he pulled back, no matter how hard it was to leave those lips.

"Wh-what's wrong?" The hurt look on her face had him feeling awful.

"Nothing Hermione, but I don't want to be used as your revenge. I really like you, and I'll not settle for being a rebound."

"When did you become the logical one?"

Draco smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You go home, see what happens, okay? Let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you Draco."

He watched her walk out the door, fighting the urge to grab her, pull her back in to relive his dreams. But he shook his head, and did the responsible thing. If he was going to have her, it would be a fair fight, not taking advantage when she was down.

Ron would go down in flames, and Draco would be glad to be the cause.

A/N: Please review, it leave happy in my heart! Also, I know almost exactly where I want this to go, and I don't expect it'll be very long at all. Maybe 5-10 chapters, depending on how I get it going. So please, please, please, favourite, follow, and review, I will give you sweet kisses if you do!