Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This a work of fiction.
A/N: I apologise for any mistakes I have made or overlooked.
OFFICE LIAISONS
TOM's POV
Shit fuck shit fuck SHIT FUCK
God damn women and their ….their womaness. I'm slipping and that isn't even a word for fuck's sake.
"Crucio", I lazily flicked my wand towards some random Death Eater, even torturing my followers wasn't having the usual effect it normally did to distract me from thoughts of her. Fucking Hermione Granger. God damn bitch.
There was nothing I couldn't accomplish, I had enough drive and ambition to succeed. But she, she was fucking everywhere. I loathe her, but I want her.
Disgusted, I shook my head cutting off the torture curse. "Get out of my sight, leave me be".
"My lord", another Death Eater bowed and began dragging away the one I tortured by the foot. I rounded my desk and sat down rubbing my forehead. I'm 25 but I feel as though I'm in the midst of a midlife crisis. I even went to Albania, I mean fucking Albania who the hell goes there(?), hoping the distance would give me some peace. I'm an idiot for believing it would.
At night when I close my eyes all I can see, feel and smell is her. What it feels like to loom over her flushed sweaty skin, the sweet ache, need for each other, the wanting, having her legs wrapped around my waist. Being inside her, is the most blissful torture, but all it did was increase my hunger for her. I currently feel like a fucking junkie waiting for the next fix.
I'm losing my god damned mind. It was terrifying to me, but in the moments, we shared together, I would do literally anything she asked, be anything she wanted me to be. Fuck, Lord Voldemort did not concede to anyone. But her- she is my weakness.
She is single handedly ruining my business plans for dominating the corporate world. I planned to own it/control it, but she is distracting. With her tight pencil skirts, and sexy lingerie. God those lilac coloured knickers with the lace trim… My eyes flickered momentarily to the top draw of my desk.
I groaned letting my head hit the desk with a load thud. She's going to be the death of me. Death by sexual torture.
At least it was a hell of a way to go
Hermione's POV
Who the hell does he think he is? God damn panty stealing, sociopathic bastard.
I was a strong-willed independent woman. I have worked hard to get where I am, and I will not let him get in the way. I will be strong and resist him. Yes, I will resist him! No more hot, sweaty, intense best orgasm inducing sex of my life for me. No nope no zip zilch zero. No lusting after the sinfully sexy orgasm denying bastard.
I loved my job fighting for magical creatures' rights. My consulting firm worked closely with his firm, especially to do with land holdings and any magical beings involved in the company. So yes, we saw each other regularly, I suspected he enjoyed arguing with me which then devolved into sex. And panty stealing.
Pervert. Probably has a whole draw full of my underwear.
Ugh god damn his magical hands and tongue.
I stormed my way down the hallway to my office. I felt flushed and off balance. I slammed the door shut and fell back against it. I wandlessly put up a silencing spell and screamed out my frustration. Banging my head repeatedly against it.
I haven't seen the prick since last week and already he is invading my dreams. I woke up this morning a panting sweaty mess, I even orgasmed in my sleep. Imagining him fucking six me ways to Sunday, hearing his husky voice pant my name as he came, the illicit noises he makes as he enters me, the sound of our sweaty bodies slapping together in heated bliss and having his eyes on me while he licks my clit.
Thinking like this is going to my undoing. I continued to thump my head against my door.
He's driving me insane. Asshole.
He's fucking Evil
Hermione's POV
Two more days have passed, and I think I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown. Sex induced- or lack thereof mental breakdown. The worse thing about this situation is I have an appointment with him this afternoon. I wonder how this is going to go.
I sigh, my panties are wet already. Traitorous body.
Wanker
Tom's POV
I glare at my calendar willing it into burst into flames. It doesn't.
I lean back in my chair, twirling my wand through my fingers. A habit I developed in Hogwarts.
She has an appointment this afternoon. All I can think about is what panties she will be wearing. Will she be wet for me? I'm so pent up in sexual frustration I would probably cum at just seeing them. I can't even wank probably anymore. She's ruined me.
Bitch