A/N: I can't believe I haven't updated this guy since July of '06 and I feel awful. A lot of you guys have been asking me to update so I finally, I got to it and did a little bit of writing. I'm sorry I've left this story just sit around for 8 months and I promise, the next update will most definitely not take that long! Sorry for the relatively short chapter (it's just part I, though!)

Step Into My Office, Baby

Chapter Nine Part I

Shag You To Death

Draco Malfoy looked into the mirror in his office. He untied his tie and flung it off before his mirror reprimanded him.

"Honestly, Mr. Malfoy. The tie looks wonderful and it really brings out your eye color. Put it back on. Plus, you never know if she'll be a little kinky, yes?" He grimaced in response to the mirror's filthy mind and picked up the tie.

"Are you sure?" He tied the tie and tightened it just enough that he looked...casual.

"Darling, if I had a body and and I wasn't stuck in this mirror, I'd shag you to death." The mirror howled with laughter. Draco couldn't help but feel weirded out. Most mirrors he encountered just told him he looked wonderful.

"Well, ah, thank you very much. I'll just be going now." As he exited the office, he heard a cat call after him and more laughing "I have to get a new mirror before it somehow comes to life and rapes me." He shuddered and walked towards Hermione's office. "I wonder if she is at all kinky?" Glancing down at the tie, he crossed his fingers and prayed to every God there was that she was.

He arrived at her door and let himself in, not sure why now would be the time that he'd decide to start being polite. He hoped that his eyes were not deceiving him as he took in the oddly cleared off table in front of him. Smirking he walked over to the desk and sat in her chair. Respecting her privacy just as he usually did, he opened her top left drawer and peered inside. In it, he found a small note with the words 'Take off your pants' written in her familiar half cursive half manuscipt handwriting. After a few minutes debating with himself, he finally decided to take the plunge and take off the pants.

"I figured you'd come around after just a bit." Her voice startled him and he leapt back a foot.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack before we actually get going?" He sneered at her and folded his pants. He took in her outfit and realized she hadn't changed or discarded any articles of clothing from that day.

"And what makes you think we're going to 'get going,' Mr. Malfoy?" Grinning, she advanced on him and placed her hands on his chest.

"Well, my pants are off and I'm not sure under what circumstances one takes their pants off aside from to get going, using the lavatory, or going for a swim. And I'm fairly certain that I can say we're not doing two of those three options." He was only somewhat aware of her hands as he bantered with her. He had grown to enjoy this kind of conversation with her. He did however notice when she took a step back and glared at him.

"How did you know that we're going swimming?" She growled at him and crossed her arms. She couldn't be serious. There was no way that they were going to go swimming. The temperature had fallen to 51 degrees.

"You're not serious, are you?"

"Of course I'm not serious, are you out of your mind?" She took one giant step and shoved him onto the desk. "I can't believe you'd actually think I'd want to go swimming in this weather." He was amazed at how calm she seemed as she unbuttoned his shirt and stradled his hips.

"Well, you are a bit mad and I've always heard that doing it in the water is quite the...refreshing experience." He let his eyes move over her body and noticed that she was fully clothed and he was down to his boxers and socks. Unfair. "Why are your clothes still on?"

"Because I am the boss and for now, I say they stay on. Is that quite all right with you?" She arched one eyebrow and lowered her mouth to his neck, sucking and licking and biting.

"Nnnyes." She laughed into his neck and let her hands roam around his body until her right landed on his growing problem.

"I thought so." Lightly running her fingers over the cotton of his boxers, he groaned and pushed his hips up to meet her hand. "You sure are anxious." He had no idea how she could take all of this so lightly.

"Of course I am. You left me that note over 12 hours ago." He was just irritated and horny now. With surprising force, he flipped her over and pinned her underneath of him. "Now who's the boss, Granger?" He tore open her blouse and eyed her chest hungrily.

"That will come out of your paycheck and just so you know, it was a very expensive top."

"Mmm, sure." He seemed hynotized and began exploring her shoulders and stomach with his mouth and hands and everything. He finally removed her bra and worked on her hardened nipples with his mouth while removing her skirt.

"Well, aren't you the little multitasker? Why don't you work this hard during the day."

"Lack of motivation." He murmured, taking the panties down with the skirt.

"And what would motivate you Mr. Malfoy?" Her fingers raked across his back, leaving thin red lines all over his shoulders. She arched her body into his and moved her head from side to side, already distracted by the feeling in the pit of her stomach.

He looked up from her belly and smirked. "Perhaps if I knew this would happen at the end of every day, my work would be finished in an almost obscene amount of time." His tongue flicked out to trace her belly button and Hermione sighed. It had been some time since she'd been with someone and this was more than what she'd been hoping for; Draco Malfoy practically begging her to be his lover. Who would've thought?

"Every day? Hm..." she patted his stomach and sides, "yes, you could definitely use the work out." Tired of being underneath him, she flipped him back over with a certain amount of grace that Draco could not understand. "Look how easy it was for me to just get you on your back." With the quick flick of both of her wrists, Draco's boxers were past his knees and Little Draco (or rather, not so little Draco) had sprung free. Another sigh escaped Hermione as she let her tongue slowly peek out to touch his erection. Whatever he had been ready to say was covered by a choke noise that Draco made as her warm mouth took him in.

His head fell back with a soft thump and his hands were in her hair, wordlessly asking her to take him in further. With a few more tantalizingly slow movements, Draco knew he was on the brink.

"Her-Hermione. I'm going to..." he trailed off, his eyes rolling the back of his head, almost there.

"Oh no you don't." She pulled back completely and he was free again. She pulled herself up so that she could kiss him, letting him taste himself on her. "Ready?" She whispered, their lips still touching.

"Always." He murmured back and gasped when she let herself fall onto him. He groaned quietly as she adjusted herself. "You feel...perfect." He breathed quietly until she started moving.

His hands clutched at her back and their breathing was in time with one anothers and their bodies were moving like a single machine. Perfect, just like he'd said.

"Draco. Draco." He heard her calling her name and it was getting progressively louder with every thrust. He could feel the orgasm building in his stomach. With three more thrusts she came and with one more so did he.

She fell onto him, glowing and shaking. He wasn't sure what exactly to do, so he settled on wrapping her in his arms and falling asleep.