September still
It had been 3 weeks since Hermione had stepped into Mike's, which turned out to be one of many stores, bars, apartment buildings and hotels Malfoy owned. He had just acquired Mike's the day before their encounter. She had been trying to get out without having to talk to him much so she asked him about the bar while he got his pants on. From what he told her Mike had been in money trouble, he had asked Malfoy for a loan. When he couldn't pay the loan off, Malfoy had agreed to take the bar instead of suing Mike. Who turned out to be the bar tender that was there.
Hermione pretended to listen to him but as soon as the door was open and Malfoy's back was turned she fled without a word. She planned to never go back there and prayed she would never see him again. She felt so dirty from being with him. In her head she told herself he was the kind of lover she deserved because he was scum. Just like her.
She didn't deserve to be loved or to be with a good man. She was after all responsible for her father's death. Of course everyone told her she was just being silly and it wasn't her fault. But she couldn't bring herself to believe it. After six months of blaming herself her friends knew there was nothing they could say to convince her otherwise. Hermione had seen the look on their faces as if she had died. So she went to a therapist and claimed it had worked. Ever though it had only made it worse.
As much as she hated herself for being with Malfoy she couldn't get him out of her mind. The way his hands had made her cry out. The way he smelled so good it was over powering. The fact he tasted sweet like candy and most of all when they were one she felt amazing. Not just okay or fine like she had felt for the past two years. It was almost like being sent to heaven he had been just that good.
Hermione had tried to find some way to imitate what he had done with her own two fingers. But it just wasn't good enough. She had tried to imagine her lovers as Blaise Zabini in case it was the whole bad boy thing, but to no avail. The only time she came close was when she was thinking about Malfoy and even then she fell short of her goal. When Friday came on the third week Hermione found herself asking Mary if she could tag along that night. She had tried to convince herself it was to just ask him what he meant when he said: You won this time, but you won't next time. But deep down she knew the real reason she was going back there.
As she walked into the bar she scanned the room making sure to look extra hard in the dark corners where he liked to sit. To her disappointment he wasn't there. 'Like I really thought he would be here,' she thought as she walked by the Poal table, which made her cheeks redden at the memory of what they had done on it. Hermione didn't want to stay there any longer. She had only gone for one reason and he wasn't there. So she told her friends she wasn't feeling well and needed to leave. She was half way out the door when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Miss Granger." It was a large man in a nice suit. He just stood there like a wall.
"Um…Yes?" Hermione replied tentatively.
"Follow me please." He walked up the steps and out of the bar. She followed him.
"Why? Am I in some sort of trouble?"
"I don't know Miss. All my boss told me was to bring you here and to make sure you got in." He was standing next to a horseless carriage. He opened the door so she could see inside. It was so dark she couldn't even see inside.
"Where is your boss and where is this thing going to take me?" She demanded.
"I don't know Miss. All he said was to make sure you got in it."
"Well I am not getting in it unless I know where it's going and where the hell your boss plans on taking me." She almost shouted.
"Just get in the damn carriage all ready before someone sees you." Malfoy's voice came from inside. Hermione peered into the darkness, but still couldn't see him.
"Where are you taking me?" She said as she climbed half way in. Malfoy grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her inside.
"Some where no one will see us. I want no one to know about this meeting." As if to prove what he was saying he cast a memory spell on the man holding open the door. He then shut the door and ordered the man to go back inside. When he sat down the carriage began to move. At first neither one of them spoke a word. She gave in as the carriage turned onto a back road.
"Where is this places you are taking me?" Her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Malfoy was sitting next to her with his arm crossed over his chest.
"Nowhere really, we are simply roaming around the back woods until I tell it to take us somewhere." His voice was colder then she remembered it ever being. Hermione squirmed uncomfortably in her seat as if she where trying to melt through it.
"What if muggles see us? And why are we just ridding around like this?" She asked feeling so very out of place. Malfoy turned to face her.
"They can't see or hear the carriage. It's enchanted." He then moved closer to her dropping his arms. "This way no one can see or hear us. We can make as much noise as we want to." He pulled her up against him kissing her roughly. Hermione was surprised at first, but it didn't take her long to throw her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Their lips smashed together in an almost violent kind of way. When she began to unbutton his shirt he stopped her.
"First some rules need to be agreed upon." He whispered from being short of breath.
"What do you have in mind?" Hermione was not against the idea of rules. In fact she was all for them. After all it was still Malfoy no matter how dark it was in the carriage nothing could change that.
"First rule no one can know about us. If anyone knows it would affect our work lives in a most unpleasant way." He stopped to see if she disagreed, she didn't in the least bit. Hermione knew there would be a good chance she would lose all chances of promotion if anyone know about them
"When I want to see you I will owl you, with no name sighed in case someone see the note. All it will say is when and where. We will keep these appointments unless for some reason we can not make it but it must be a damn good reason. If we can't make it we'll send an owl saying 'no go'. If we can make it for a later time that same day we will say so. Is this agreeable?" He asked coolly.
"Only if it goes both ways. You will come to me when I owl you and I will come to you." She stated. She was not going to be at his beck and call if he wouldn't be at hers.
"Fine" He snapped and took a deep breath before he continued. "We will be free to see other people. This is not a relationship. It's a business arrangement. We will also refrain from asking about each other's work lives." He stopped for a moment. "Or personal lives for that matter. Is this a deal?" There was no doubt in Hermione's mind; Draco Malfoy was a business man through and through.
"Deal" She said shaking his hand before going back to removing his shirt. Malfoy helped her remove it. He then removed her shirt and tossed it aside. To get back in the mood Malfoy pushed her back on the seat so he could be on top of her. He ran his hands up and down her sides before slipping them behind her back to remove her bra. Once he could see his target he felt his member move.
Hermione's breasts where smaller than Draco would have liked; but he decided to play with them a little anyway. His left hand cupped her left breast and squeezed it hard; pinching the nipple of the right one, he kissed her neck line. He could hear her begin to breathe heavily within moments. Her hands pulled at his hair trying to get him to move on. Making a note of it he moved down to her chest to suck on her breast briefly before moving further down to remove her pants and knickers.
Within a few minutes of their deal Hermione was naked. Malfoy allowed his hands to linger on her breast for a moment longer before he opened her legs dipping his tongue between her folds. She grabbed the back of his head pushing him further. He indulged her by dipping his tongue inside her some more. One of his hands slid up her leg until he could slip his finger inside her. As she moaned with bliss Malfoy could feel his pants getting too tight. He had to get them off before it was painful.
When he pulled away he heard her whimper in disapproval. Sending a thrill up his spine like no other. However it didn't take her long to climb down on the floor with him to remove his pants. She pulled them all the way off this time; along with any other remaining clothes. Once they where both naked she moved up to his member taking him in her mouth.
Malfoy let out a gasp of surprise he hadn't been expecting that at all. She smiled as she sucked him off, indulging in his moans of pleasure. Before she knew what had happened he had pulled her up and laid her on her back shoving himself inside her like a wild man. He felt so good as he thrust deep within her. Each time making it harder, until the point she said, "It hurts." He seemed to begin to stop when she grabbed his bottom, "No I want it to hurt." He was more than eager to comply.
Hermione didn't get home until 5am. She had been with him all night long. She hurt all over and felt like she could hardly walk but she couldn't wait for their next encounter. And by the fact it wasn't even noon before she got an owl from him saying where and when it seemed he couldn't wait either.