Chapter III
Draco Malfoy was a reasonable man, truly but he hadn't had a chance to even look at Granger for the last week and a half, since their impromptu jaunt into Diagon Alley. First and foremost, he was suffering the worst case of Blue Balls in his adult life.
He had had his fair share of partners, sex wasn't particularly sacred for his class. In fact, much like most aristocratic families in England wizarding aristocracy showed much of the same disdain towards social convention. And sex for Draco had rarely been for pleasure; since the death of The Dark Lord and the subsequent wars, sex had become a form of stress relief or information gathering. An endless parade of nameless… faceless bodies in the night, everyone had different opiates and for Draco Malfoy it was sex. Draco certainly had a type if he was picking them just for a night, beauty… women …men it didn't matter, unusual beauty fascinated Draco.
It was rare for him too many nights in a row by himself and by Merlin he was getting impatient, like a great cat with its prey he wanted Granger and he wanted her now. But his little kitten was either extremely busy or avoiding him, if it was the latter one he would have to suss her out.
He walked out of the training dome and made his way towards the elevator; their underground training arena was kept very separate from the rest of the Ministry. He had just sweated his way through a five-hour training routine with some of the new Aurors joining their ranks. It wasn't long now, most of Voldemort's sentinels were dead. Only hours ago, Shacklebolt had mentioned that there would be no more requirement for such massive send outs. Maybe the new crop of young wizards and witches leaving Hogwarts would finally have a chance to decide what they wanted to do rather than being thrown into more war.
Ignoring the appreciative glances thrown his way by a couple of the trainee's he made his way onto the elevator and punched in Granger's floor.
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Hermione was having a devil of a time focusing on the papers in front of her. Tomorrow was the day… the day that was going to kickstart an entire week in the company of that enigmatic man that made the lower half of her belly quiver in delight. She still didn't know what to make of their 'date' was it even considered a date? She never knew/understood the proper protocol of these social interactions? Should she owl him? Call upon him? (Merlin, that was certainly Victorian and very proper? Hang my bonnet up along with my parasol please Jeeves.)
Hermione had read far too many romance books and had several ideas on how she could play of their next meeting. Also, the help of her favourite Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda to help her out in case anything went wrong. Sex and the City had often leant itself as an excellent learning guide for her awkward self. Whilst lost in her musing Hermione didn't catch the voice of her assistant Matthew telling someone is very harried tones that she wasn't really taking meetings at the moment.
Draco Malfoy barged in, still in his training clothes and Hermione quite forgot to breathe. Wicked man she thought uncharitably…what an absolutely wicked man. The dragon skin breeches were dyed black and hugged his muscular thighs quite well, tucked into boots that looked slightly worse for wear and a plain white shirt, open at the throat revealing a column of warm, slightly tanned skin and wiry blond hair, Draco Malfoy looked simply furious with her.
"Hermione…" he growled, "How have you been, kitten?"
"You really shouldn't call me that, you know." She said clearing her throat. "And I have been well, Draco." She said primly.
"Not hiding then?" he asked mockingly
"You're simply too rude Draco." She huffed, "I have been busy…not that I owe you an explanation."
Hermione barely had any time to register his movements, in an instant he was behind her desk, swirling her chair to face him. His large hands held the armrests as he glared down at her. "Say something now if you want to." He murmured "Otherwise I'm going to kiss you."
She really had tried to stay away from him, but Draco's sheer magnetism drew her in and she was as helpless as a moth draw to a flame. She adored his eyes, they flashed like mercury making those funny tingles return to belly.
Draco didn't need her to second guess her assent so swiftly he bent, his lips plundering hers in an out and out war. She wanted to pull him closer, her hands reached up to pull him down, further into the ravenous kiss that seemed to short-circuit her brain.
"Are you expecting anyone this afternoon?" he rasped, lifting his head… his hands already working on unravelling the fucking complicated knot she had tied her hair into. She shook her head mutely and he silently cast a locking charm on the door.
"Matthew…?" she began to protest
"Has been instructed not to bother us…" he finished for her.
"Draco, you can't just barge in…" she sighed.
"Spare me kitten, I don't plan on our first time being in a dingy little Ministry office I promise you, but I've been waiting to taste you for at least a week now." He rasped, his voice husky with desire.
The blush that travelled up Hermione's cheeks made Draco want to strip her just to see how far that blush went. She was utterly delectable, she was the kind of pretty that wasn't anything exceptional but that drew you towards it with its warmth. Warm eyes, warm skin… sweet warm lips.
He drew her closer, his hands under her bottom, lifting her to place her upon her desk. Merlin she was soft, pressed against him as she was he could feel everything, soft thighs to cradle his cock, soft breasts and arse. He wanted to take her away and keep her in a big bed and fuck until they were too tired to even think.
"God Granger…" he murmured into the soft baby curl beside the shell of her ear, "You're soft, everywhere aren't you? I just want to lay you out and suck on your sweet pussy all day long."
Hermione moaned under her breath, no one had ever spoken to her like this. Her body felt like it was burning, Draco's rough fingers travelled up and down the length of her leg. Who knew that the back of your knee could be so sensitive? She could feel every stroke all the way to her clit. Her nipples ached …she wanted him to do something…anything…
"Kiss me Draco." She whispered trying to get closer. He rose to tower over her, ignoring her demand to instead focus on his task of unravelling her braid. Her hair crackled free, soft and curly all around her flushed face.
He bent again, this kiss was less aggressive. More of an exploration, so lost was she in the wonderful sensations of his lips that she barely noticed him unbuttoning her blouse's buttons. Before the cold air could even shock her skin, his warm hands were on her breasts. Gently flicking her nipples through her lacy bralette.
"Draco!" she moaned into his mouth as he gave a gentle tug. He silently inclined his head with a cocky grin before kissing down her throat. Pausing to suck on the tender skin where her neck met her shoulder and moving along down towards her breasts.
"You have beautiful breasts." He said in a gravelly voice, "Tell me what you want Hermione? Say Draco suck my nipples, offer them to me."
She shook her head; part stubbornness and part shyness.
"Don't you want me put my mouth on you?" he said
"I can't say it Draco… it's embarrassing." She whispered mortified.
He smiled a feral smile before gently tugging again, her back arched in pleasure. "Oh please..." she whimpered.
He decided that torturing her could come after her first orgasm, bending his head he gently laved one tight bud through the lace of her bra, giving its twin attention by gently rubbing it in circles.
Hermione whimpered, Draco's warm mouth was sending arrows of pleasure down her body. Her damp panties would be sopping by the time he left she thought absently.
"Do you want me to put a finger in that pretty pussy, sweet thing?" he said, smirking around her breast.
How could this one thing feel so good? She has never felt like this with Ron, with Draco he could arouse her with a few words, a knowing smile and these…these magical fingers of his. Rough and warm travelling over her body like it was something to be revered.
"Draco," she said boldly
"Yes kitten." He purred
"Please…please…" a helpless pink blush burned her cheeks and Draco decided to take pity on her. He slid a knee in between her legs, where her warmth beckoned his aching cock and slid a hand down to her skirt. As she rocked against his knee he pushed aside her panties to where her cunt was weeping for him.
"So wet for me" he growled in to her ear before capturing her mouth in another drugging kiss.
It didn't take much for Hermione and before long she was making soft cooing sounds against Draco's lips, her hips undulating as she tried to get some friction.
Hermione felt a great wave of something and it was as if a great tide had loosened inside her… her climax came.
Draco caught her in his arms as she came, her breath huffing and puffing against his chest, her eyes dazed and her face soft and relaxed.
"Do not…" he said into her ear, "Under any circumstances avoid me kitten…"
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A/N- another chapter complete, as you may have noticed I have decided to extend this story beyond the specified 3 chapter. Why you ask, well I felt like it really.
I would really appreciate some reviews. It really does make my day to read them!
In terms of inspiration, a lot of Draco's characterisation is inspired by some of the heroes in Elizabeth Hoyte's Maiden Lane series *whoohhh fans self*
I'd love to know your expectations as a reader of this story and what you would like for this to progress into, since I've only just gotten back into writing I'm trying my hand out with some light-hearted stories before going into something that requires my research and commitment.
