A/N: This is the chapter that rose' wrote! (And rose' wrote a lemon.) Just a bit of levity after the last chapter. Thank you to all my fantastic readers! Y'all make my day with all the reviews/follows/favs. Enjoy!
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Chapter 13: The File Room
Draco was on Hermione's mind. It seemed he was a lot as of late. The day she and Narcissa discovered him amongst his father's letters had been something of a turning point.
They held each other for quite some time both holding back tears until Narcissa had leaped up from the sofa and enveloped them both in her arms. Hermione couldn't keep the tears from brimming over at that, and she was sure that she saw Draco drying moisture from beneath his eyes when they all finally separated.
Hermione stayed with Draco in his flat that night. He didn't really ask her to stay, just said, 'Let's get to bed, we have work in the morning.' There was no sex, just intimacy. He tossed her one of his old Slytherin quidittch t-shirts and held her close all night. They relished in the feel of the other
Of course the next morning when they woke, the sight of his surname emblazoned across her back had been more than his restraint could bear.
Since the start of their internship together she had felt drawn to him, and not just because he was dead sexy in those perfectly tailored suits with that artfully messy hair and those steely grey eyes. Although, those things didn't hurt; no, it was something else, a lighter aura that surrounded him perhaps, a mischievous playful side that she'd not been privy to see when they were younger. He'd had so much darkness thrust upon him as a mere child and seeing him unburdened was a beautiful sight. He had clearly worked hard to get through some of his trauma after the war, but she supposed they would all be a little haunted all their lives. The sight of his emotional struggle to process his father's evolution cast her mind back to their younger years.
Hermione would never forget the haunted desperate look in his eyes and the wan sallow tone of his skin in their sixth year at school; and then the manic anguish she could see just barely concealed beneath the surface during her torture at Malfoy Manor. The War had positioned them, both against their will as children, on opposite sides. Circumstances now had put them so firmly in each other's path that only the fates could be responsible. She knew she was falling hard for him in just this short time, but the more she contemplated the matter, the surer she was that letting go and not overthinking the situation was the right choice.
Hermione was in the file room…again. She was seriously considering moving her desk down there.
The finishing touches were being put on the Wizengamot cases and as such she had several boxes of case history to re-file. She was grateful for her Mp3 player and the ubiquitous sounds of Prince to keep her mind occupied during such a mundane activity.
She was whipping her wand and sending file after file back to its assigned spot as she sang along.
You don't have to be beautiful
To turn me on
I just need your body baby
From dusk till dawn
You don't need experience
To turn me out
You just leave it all up to me
I'm gonna show you what it's all about
You don't have to be rich
To be my girl
You don't have to be cool
To rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your
...KISS.
Draco walked into the file room to return some of his research and pick up a new file. The sight that was in front of him stopped him dead in his tracks.
You got to not talk dirty, baby
If you wanna impress me
You can't be too flirty, mama
I know how to undress me (Yeah)
I want to be your fantasy
Maybe you could be mine
You just leave it all up to me
We could have a good time
You don't have to be rich
To be my girl
You don't have to be cool
To rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your
…..KISS.
Draco could not stop the smile that spread across his face as he watched her sing along to the music that only she could hear. She was waving her wand with such purpose and swinging her delectable hips in time with the music pumped into her ears. He noticed a grey cardigan slung haphazardly over the nearest file cabinet and took in the beautiful sight of his newly minted girlfriend as she wiggled her enticing body in the form fitting sheath dress she wore today. And as usual, she was wearing those naughty librarian shoes that featured heavily in his daydreams; four inch heels, peep toe and the epitome of sex appeal.
Women not girls rule my world
I said they rule my world
Act your age, mama
Not your shoe size
Maybe we could do the twirl
You don't have to watch Dynasty
To have an attitude
You just leave it all up to me
My love will be your food
Yeah
You don't have to be rich
To be my girl
You don't have to be cool
To rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your
…..KISS.
As Hermione sung the last word of the song she felt warm strong hands caress her hips, just before one of those hands reached to the cord of her ear buds and removed one to whisper huskily, but still with an amused tone "I'll give you my kiss anytime you want."
Recognizing his sultry voice a sly smile spread across her face immediately. Hermione reached up and removed the other ear piece and released the sticking charm on her Mp3 player to lay it atop the nearest filing cabinet and turned her body to face the sexy wizard.
"What do you say, princess?" Draco purred just before he crashed his mouth into hers unrepentant of the surroundings.
They pulled away from each other both flushed and panting. Draco was trying desperately to regain his composure, thinking an intense snog at work was more than he could ask for, when the vixen in his arms grasped his hand and led him deeper into the archives.
As they approached a desk hidden by numerous rows of cabinets Hermione glanced over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with naughty promises. With little resistance from the blond wizard Hermione bade him stand leaning against the desk.
Draco grasped her beautiful hips and pulled her tightly to his body. Hermione threw her arms around Draco's neck in response and seductively ground herself into the bulge straining against his trousers.
Draco groaned at the pressure and tried to push Hermione back saying, "As much as it pains me to agree with Zabini, and as much as I would like to, shagging on the desk may not be the wisest activity."
Hermione pouted for a mere moment before a look of pure mischief took over her features, "Who said anything about shagging?"
Draco cocked his head to the side in bemusement as he watched Hermione cast privacy spells around them. His eyes grew wider in anticipation as the feisty lioness smirked at him while unfastening his belt and trousers.
He stood frozen but irreversibly aroused as she pulled his head to her own to capture his lips in a deep heated kiss. He lost all manner of coherent thought as he felt her hand snake between them and into his open trousers grasping his steel length in her delightfully warm hand.
Draco broke the kiss to throw his head back and revel in the feel of the slow firm strokes Hermione was giving his impossibly hard cock.
Suddenly, and much to Draco's disappointment, Hermione withdrew her hand; but as Draco brought his eyes down to her again he was sure he was so crazy desire he was hallucinating. For before him was the glorious Hermione Granger slowly lowering herself to her knees, smirking up at him all the while.
His breathing was ragged and fast as he watched, her hair swirling about her face and shoulders; the rapid rise and fall of her chest indicating she was as turned on as he. Hermione eagerly licked her lips as she pulled the front of his trousers and briefs down just enough to free his straining weeping member.
He was sure he felt a jolt of magic with the first swipe of her tongue. She was rewarded with a deep moan from the sexy wizard which urged her to bring him more fully into her mouth.
Draco sagged slightly against the desk afraid his legs would give out from the sumptuous feel of her mouth wrapped around him. His hands could not be stopped from diving into her hair as he gently thrust his hips. He watched entranced as she licked and sucked, moaning around him adding to the sensations and driving him quickly to the brink.
His undoing was the moment her deep brown eyes that sparkled with flecks of gold and uninhibited desire locked onto his mercury depths swirling with awe and rapture. His breath caught as he lost the battle for control and shuttered as he released himself with a throaty groan. Hermione meanwhile continued her ministrations with vigor, being sure to take all he gave before releasing him from her mouth.
As soon as the connection was broken Draco scooped up the petite witch and crashed his mouth to hers while running his hands over every inch of her body he could reach. "You will be the absolute death of me." He breathed into her skin as he left her lips seeking the soft skin of her neck. "I will be positively useless the rest of the day."
Hermione giggled and sighed into the wonderful feel of his lips on her skin, "Well, it's only a few more hours, I'm sure we can both manage."
Draco returned to her lips, purposefully bringing the kiss back to more gentle territory before pulling back from Hermione slightly. She giggled once again as he tucked himself back into his still open trousers and attempted to straighten his rumpled clothes. Hermione transfigured the side of one cabinet into a full length mirror and using her wand, smoothed the wrinkles from both of their clothes and rearranged her hair so as not to arouse suspicion.
Draco kissed her gently and they smiled adoringly at each other as the privacy charms were lifted and they returned to the stack of files Hermione was returning.
Draco quickly grabbed the file he'd originally come to the room for, but stopped before leaving, "Will I see you tonight?" He asked.
"Of course. Mine at six?"
"I'll be there." He answered with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
She smiled but rolled her eyes all the same as she replaced her ear buds and returned to her work.
Draco decided to pick up a tea before returning to his office. As he prepared his cuppa, Blaise clapped him on the back good naturedly. "Haven't seen you much lately, mate. Been captured by the lovely Gryffindor Princess?"
Draco smiled thinking about Hermione causing Blaise to laugh, "You are whipped my friend!"
Draco couldn't suppress his smile, "I may just be Zabini. But what about you? Hermione tells me that you and Avery are something of an item now?" Draco intoned with raised eyebrows.
Blaise rolled his eyes, but nodded, "Yes, however, I have retained ownership of my bollocks. For now "he muttered.
Draco guffawed at his old friend, remembering his until recently bachelor ways.
"Taking a break from magical creatures?" Blaise asked trying uncharacteristically to get the attention off of himself.
"Yes, I'm just coming from the file room." Draco answered as he turned back to his cup to finish preparing his tea.
"The file room did you say?" The impish tone in Blaise's voice intimating that he knew what Draco had just been up to.
"Yes." Draco answered trying not to smile at the memory of his romp with Hermione.
"Run into anyone down there?" Draco could hear the mischief in Blaise's voice as he realized that Blaise most certainly knew Hermione had been with him.
"I may have." Draco answered noncommittally as he picked up his cup and headed for the lifts. Blaise made after him quickly, not allowing his friend an easy out.
"Come on, Draco," he pleaded, "Avery will hardly let me talk to her at work, let alone shag me in the file room. Let me live vicariously." He whined.
Draco glared at his friend as they approached the lift, "First of all, Hermione is your friend and I'm sure she wouldn't appreciate you nosing about in her private life, second I never said anything about shagging and third, it was you, Blaise, who put a moratorium on office shagging." Draco finished resolutely.
Blaise held his hands up in surrender as the lift opened for the two friends.
Hermione looked up from the paper in her hand as the lift doors opened; she smiled at the two handsome wizards in front of her as they stepped into the lift.
"Well, hello, Hermione." Blaise purred, "Coming from the file room?" He asked in a suggestive tone, "You look flushed, was it hot down there?"
Draco shot Blaise a dark look as Hermione protested, "You told him, Draco?"
"No, princess, but you just did." Hermione blushed furiously, but attempted to school her features into nonchalance.
Blaise roared with laughter, Draco shrugged with an apologetic look, Hermione took a deep breath and muttered to herself, "Damn, sneaky Slytherins."
A/N: So, yeah, the song part felt a bit trite, but what can I say...ROSE'! But seriously, who doesn't love them some Prince!