"Really nice place you have here. Family estate?" asked Ron, walking into Draco's luxurious office and taking a seat in front of the desk.
"Yes. I was an only child so no other heirs. Been here all my life."
"I thought about buying the old Weasley estate in Ireland. My father used to call it The Burrow. I like to ride around the land sometimes. Sentimental value."
"Charming. Big family?"
"Yes. seven siblings, two immortals," he said getting too comfortable where he sat
"Do you mind?" Draco asked eyebrow lifted looking at the boots on his mahogany desk.
"Sorry," said Ron with a smirk, putting his feet down and obviously not sorry. "Been a while since I was in a castle."
"Clearly," said Draco but they got interrupted by a fast-paced clicking of heels.
"Good, you are here. Let's get down to business before you pull another disappearing act on me," said a gorgeous woman with long silky black hair that was wrapped in a tight business suit. She ignored Ron and walked around the desk and firmly put a tablet in front of Draco.
"There are three land contracts pending. Fucking read them and make sure they are all signed before nightfall. You know I hate paying penalties, even if it is your fucking money. It makes me look bad when people think I don't know how to do my job."
Draco kept his eyes on the screen and said
"Parvati Patil, this is Ronald Weasley, a new associate."
The woman turned to Ron and looked at him from head to tow, obviously measuring him. This man, with his long hair, t-shirt wrapped muscles and jeans didn't exactly look like someone that casually hangs out with a Duke. Ron gave her a side smile
"Nice to meet you, Parvati. Nice suit."
The woman turned to Draco, a look of exasperation in her face
"What kind of associate is he? Do I need to draw a contract for him? Don't you go around pulling off shit that needs to be fixed later, Malfoy. You know I have no problem billing you until your vaults are dry."
"Don't worry about it. This is not related to the Estates or any of the companies. You won't hear his name again."
"Unless you want to moan it, darling," said the redhead with a grin.
She huffed and left the room as fast as she could manage on heels. Ron watch her go.
"Is she your shag?"
Draco didn't lift his eyes from the screen
"No fucking way. I'm terrified of her. She's the best corporate lawyer in the country. I need her on my side."
Ron chuckled and stood up
"I'll leave you to it then. We don't want Miss Patil charging you some hefty fees."
"No, we don't," answered the blonde, eyes still on the screen. He heard Ron say from the door
"I wouldn't mind getting in trouble with her. Maybe I can beg her for a plea deal," and he closed the door behind him.
"Fucker," said Draco, chuckling.
A few hours later Hermione woke up from a nap. It was already night time. She didn't feel like dinner but she could use a bite or maybe some milk. She was sure Draco wouldn't mind her grabbing something from the kitchen. And Madam Pomfrey would probably be thrilled if she found her there. She went into the private bathroom and saw that there were brand new men and women's robes hanging there, next to a pile of fluffy towels. The place was like a luxury hotel. She took a quick shower and wrapped herself on the robe, put on the matching fluffy slippers and head out. She sneaked her head out the door, there was no one on the hallway. She decided that going out wearing only the robe was not a bad idea, no one will probably see her. When she closed the door she stopped for a minute to listen to an odd knocking sound. After a few seconds, she held her breath. It was obviously the sound of a headboard rhythmically hitting a wall. A distant "yes, Harry, yes, harder" made her cover her mouth to muffle her laughter. Those two were not going anywhere.
She tiptoed out of the hallway and tried to remember where the kitchen was. The manor was huge and soon she took a wrong turn and was trying to find her way back when an unexpected scene made her stop on her tracks. She was on a corridor balcony where she could look down to a huge ballroom. There, in the middle of the room was a table where Ron was leaning down, naked, eating up a woman with long black hair that was spread with her legs on his shoulders, moaning in pleasure. He had one hand on her breast, the other down probably fondling himself. It was like a train wreck and Hermione wanted to stop looking but she was glued to the spot. After a few long minutes of the unplanned voyeur session, a voice in her ear made her jump
"She's my lawyer. I guess she likes them rough around the edges."
Hermione turned, wide-eyed and beet red and found Draco, wrapped in a robe similar to hers, and giving her a complicit smile. She tried to make up an excuse for her peeping behavior but couldn't come up with anything. He examined her, running his eyes up and down her figure. It was obvious that she was not wearing anything underneath the robe.
"Shall we leave them to their fun? I assume you didn't come this way looking for a show."
"I, I was looking for the kitchen, to have some milk," she said looking down like a kid that got caught in mischief. Draco thought she was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. He hoped in her shame she didn't notice his arousal, product of the mix of the unexpected exhibition and the fact that they were both obviously recently showered and wearing only robes.
"I was going there myself. Come, a good girl like you should stay away from the naughty children," he said offering his arm.
She smiled and took it. She definitely needed some warm milk. Between the headboard on the wall sounds, the peep show and the Duke of Wiltshire wrapped in a robe like a Christmas present it will be a miracle if she could get any sleep.