A/N: It's Draco time!
It was a Friday and tonight, if the fates allowed and everything fell into place, I was hoping to make that little scenario come true. You see, I always knew Harry was a bit curious about being with another man. And I knew who he had in mind although Harry would probably never admit it if I asked him. He had been obsessed with this man, watching him closely on the Marauder's Map almost all of sixth year. He would always say, "He's a Death Eater Hermione, and I know he is up to something." I always scoffed at that, and I once told him, "If I didn't know any better, I would think you fancied his arse." Harry would have hexed me if I wasn't his best friend, but he didn't deny it like I thought he would. After the war, we testified on his behalf, stating he refused to identify us when we were brought to his home by snatchers. We were ultimately able to get away and do what we had to do, which was rid the world of that megalomaniac.
Now, all these years later, I had the same man in mind. That man used to torture us both when we were younger. He used to think we were beneath him. Now he still tortures me, but with innuendo and little touches here and there while looking at me with lust in his gorgeous grey eyes. God, I want to be beneath him, his cock finally nestled deep between my legs, but I needed Harry to be okay with it. Well, more than okay. I wanted him to be a willing participant. I already knew the object of my desire would do anything to be with me, he has voiced that on several occasions.
Like clockwork, Draco Malfoy would come into the shop around lunchtime every Friday. He was one damn fine looking man. I never noticed when we were in school because he was so cruel and vile. But once the war was over, once he was out from under the clutches of that madman and the lies about blood superiority, his true self had shone through and it was every bit appealing as he looked. The first time he came into my shop, he was very apologetic. I told him I had forgiven him years ago and that he had to forgive himself. He looked relieved and that had put him at ease. From then on it was very enjoyable to be in his company. At first he came in sporadically, then worked up to coming in weekly. I began to look forward to seeing him. We talked about anything and everything and it was always stimulating conversation. I knew he was highly intelligent and well read, but never realized this until now. Then something changed. He would always greet me with a compliment. Then subtly insert a flirty comment here and there. He'd stare a little too long at me and then smile to himself. After awhile, he seemed to get some of his swagger back and was shamelessly flirting. The very first time he did that, I looked him in the eye and flat out told him, "Malfoy, I don't know what you are doing, but I am with Harry and he is it for me. I have no desire to do anything with you so you might as well stop because it's not going to happen."
"What Granger, he had drawled in that posh aristocratic voice that unfortunately made my knickers wet, all I heard was that you have a desire to do me..."
I huff, then went to punch his arm, but with quick seeker reflexes, he caught my hand, brought it up to his lips and gently kissed it. I went to move my hand out of his, but he held it firmly, eyes closed and lips still on it. I gulped a little, wondering what that mouth would feel like on my lips, in both places...god Hermione, snap out of it! I shook my head and said, "Malfoy, I need to get back to work, so behave or go."
And so it's been going that way for months. Malfoy would be there, as if out of thin air whenever I seemed to need help. I wondered if he had some kind of tracking charm on me or a Marauder's Map of his own. Once I needed to shelve a book up high, and he suddenly appeared. He would grasp my hand and then take the book out of it. He would always, always be too close. I would smell his cologne mixed in with his own delicious scent and come undone. Sometimes he would brush too close to me and then his scent would linger on me and the rest of my day would be shot. My mind would be full of thoughts of nothing but him. When I got home, I'd immediately change out of whatever I was wearing. I didn't want Harry to smell him on me. He knew that I knew exactly what he was doing. And it was working.
Today of all days, my plan was falling into place. We were all alone, the lunchtime crowd gone and Malfoy lingered a little longer than usual. What tumbles out of his mouth next would shake me to the core because the fates indeed were helping to make my dream come true.