A.N.: Hi, there. This is the first time I post a fic in English, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes you may find. A version of this was betaed, but not this final one.
This was adapted from a Suits fanfic of mine, posted in my other account (normasashes). So it's very straight to the point without explanation about how they became a couple.
But just to situate you guys, Hermione is head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, with Harry and Draco working at the Auror's office and Theo and Blaise at the Improper Use of Magic one.
"Hermione, come on, you can't possibly still be mad!" She passes through him when she lands in their fireplace. They have just arrived from the Ministry via flu.
"You tried to feel me up during a meeting, Draco." She is seething.
"So? It's not like we haven't done anything at work before." He really don't see the problem.
"Not in a room with other people! Kingsley saw it, for Merlin's sake! It took one look at his terrified face, my blushing one and your smug one for Theo and Harry to realize what had just happened. Theo teased me about it for the rest of the day and Kingsley could barely look me in the eye." She gives him a pointed look and moves on to the bedroom.
"Theo has been teasing both of us whenever he sees us alone since we first got together, Hermione." He follows her when she kicks her heels and goes to the bathroom, standing behind her when she stops in front of the mirror. "What's the real problem here?" He asks while running his hands down her arms.
"It is all fun and excitement when it's just the two of us alone, but I don't want to give people ammunition to comment on my ability to take my job seriously now that they know we're together. I'm the head of my department, I work directly with the Minister." She deflates, her eyes going down to the sink before meeting his again on the mirror.
They had kept their relationship a secret from his friends for months, and almost a year from the public. Wanting to enjoy their privacy before Witch Weekly started following them around trying to dissect the relationship between the Brightest Witch of Their Age and Brains of The Golden Trio and their Most Eligible Bachelor ex-Death Eater. Ugh, the titles people came up with.
That makes him stop teasing her for a moment, "Okay, I won't do it again, I promise." He knows how important her job is to her and he says it even though he knows she knows it isn't true.
"Thank you." She chuckles and gives him a small smile. "Sorry I overreacted." She turns to him and puts her hands on his shoulders.
"No problem. But I just have to warn you, from now on, sex at the office is off the table. So you can keep your horny hands to yourself, miss 'please, fuck me all in the Conference Room'." He teases her while pulling her closer by the waist.
She gapes at him, hitting him lightly on the chest, "That was once! There was barely anyone on the floor anymore. And as I recall it, you enjoyed yourself a whole lot, mister!"
"Well, that was then, this is now. I'm telling you to control yourself from now on, woman!" He said in an over dramatic tone.
"Do you want me to go on a sex strike? I think that would show you my self-control." She squinted her eyes at him.
"Oh, please!" He scoffed. "When it comes to sex you are just as insatiable as I am. You wouldn't last a day." He whispers the last sentence in her ear, biting her earlobe for good measure.
"Oh, Malfoy, you have no idea what you've got yourself into." She says pushing him out the door and pulling the zipper of her pencil skirt at her back. She steps out of it, getting the piece of clothing and throwing it at him. She starts unbuttoning her silky white blouse, "If you want to have sex, now all you have to do is beg me for it." And with that she throws the other piece of clothing at him and closes the bathroom's door, leaving Draco to process what she just said while he still has the image of her creamy skin clad in only matching black lace.
Later that night, Draco comes out of the bathroom drying his hair with the towel, finding Hermione reading a book already in bed. Legs already under the covers, dressed in one of his old Quidditch jerseys that now lived in her closet.
"Just to make it clear, were you declaring a sex strike before?" She turns her attention to him, marking the page and putting the book on her bedside table.
"No, not at all." She answers sweetly. He breathes out and goes to the closet to get a pair of sweatpants when her voice makes him stop on his tracks. "I just think it would be interesting to know which one of us has more self-control." She raises her voice a bit to make sure he hears her in the distance.
"Okay." It's his only answer a moment later, coming back to the room.
He stops in front of her, dropping the towel around his waist to the floor and putting on his pants. Hermione lowers her eyes, checking him out, earning herself a wink and his trademark smirk when she looks back up.
She rolls her eyes at him and lays down on her side, pulling the covers to her chest.
Draco lays down by her side, his hand immediately going to her waist, pulling her back just enough for her to feel his semi hard on, to which she instinctively pushes back on.
He gets closer to her, breathing on her ear before speaking, noticing the small shiver that runs through her body, "Good night and good luck." He goes over her to turn off the small lamp on her bedside table, something he never does, always turning off the lights with the use of his wand, and goes back to his side. Making sure to get as far away from her as possible. After all, he wants to tease her, not torture himself.
Hermione breathes in, trying to calm her body after what his whisper has done to her. Tomorrow she will get her pound of flesh.
He wakes up early, his arm instinctively searching for her. After so many mornings running late, they developed the habit of waking up earlier, usually using the extra time to go out for breakfast, or most likely indulging in a round of lazy morning sex.
Wondering where she is, Draco decides to get up. He finds her sitting by the dinner table, hugging one of her knees to her chest, with her foot on the chair, while eating… strawberries.
"Really?" He looks at the bowl of fruit on the table and then at her with a pointed eyebrow.
"What?" She shrugs. "I've already had coffee and felt like a healthy breakfast." She pointed a strawberry in his direction while saying it in a serious teaching tone, "Did you know strawberries are a great source of vitamins C and K?"
He shakes his head at her while grabbing himself a mug and pouring some of the coffee she had made, "I know what you're doing." He gives her a knowing look and she merely shrugs.
He sits at the table while Hermione keeps eating the strawberries, the red color of the fruit mixing with the natural one on her lips. He watches the way the tip of her tongue comes out to lick some of the juice that slips through the corner of her mouth.
The image of strawberries had long turned into something way less innocent than a simple fruit should be. He wondered if he would ever be able to think about it in a normal way again, the simple image of her eating it making him picture an array of different sexual scenarios. Their first night together included a late night snack, where Draco had found a bowl of strawberries in her fridge, which they fed to each other and was responsible for their third round on her kitchen counter.
He's painfully hard. Her smirk telling him she knew exactly what she was doing to him and loving every second of this knowledge.
Downing the rest of his coffee, he stands up, "I'm going to take a shower!"
He makes his way to their bedroom with her laughter ringing in his ears.
He stands in the shower, both hands against the wall while he lets the water fall on the back of his head. Images of her floating through his mind. This whole thing was a competition and not even eight hours into it, he feels like he is already losing.
Everything she does is enticing.
She is sexy as hell without an effort and he already wants her withering beneath him.
He pictures his own tongue licking up the strawberry juice at the corner of her mouth and in no time the image changes to him between her legs, lapping at her while she moans his name.
He wraps his right hand around his cock, starting a gentle stroke, when he hears the bathroom door being opened.
He looks sideways and sees her there, looking down at his hand before meeting his silver eyes. She can't move. The sight of him touching himself because of something she did to turn him on arousing her to the point she considers just giving up and joining him in the shower.
Draco's movements grow faster when he realizes she's not going anywhere. He notices her labored breathing and the idea that she's most certainly getting wet by watching him starts pushing him over the edge.
She looks down at his hand again, pressing her legs against each other, her pink tongue coming out to moisture her lower lip, and that is his undoing. He comes calling out her name.
It takes him a moment to get himself together and when he looks up, she's still there, leaning against the doorframe and trying to slow down her breathing.
He turns off the shower, gets his towel and starts drying himself up, all the while looking at her. When he's finally ready to leave the bathroom, he stops in front of her and places a hand under her chin, making her look up at him, "Next time you should consider joining me. Your show with the strawberries turned me on, but it was the thought of my tongue making you moan that made me come." He places a kiss on her forehead and goes to the bedroom, leaving a flushed Hermione in a direing need for a cold shower herself.
Their interaction during a meeting at the Ministry is charged, their showers doing nothing to less their need for the other. Everyone looked confused at them when they sat apart from each other at Kingsley's personal conference room.
Going back to their offices, they leave the elevator together and as it is their routine, they go by Hermione's office, where they usually part with a kiss to start their working day. However, as soon as they pass Blaise Zabini's office, the former Slytherin and Draco's best friend call them in, "Are we still on for tonight?"
The question makes the couple look at each other, both of them having completely forgotten about their double date with Zabini and his flavour of the month, "Sure." Draco answers.
"We'll meet you at the restaurant." Draco says with a nod.
With that, they go their separate ways.
Their busy schedules only allows them to talk to each other again when Hermione goes by his office at the end of the day. "Ready to go? If we leave now we still have some time to get ready for dinner."
"Yes, I was just about to go by your office." With a wave of his wand he has the papers on his desk flying into different piles and with a second wave his lights go off.
He goes to her and places a chaste kiss on her lips, her hand going to the back of his neck to make it last a little while longer. Their sexual war put on hold for a moment after a whole day of not seeing each other.
They part smiling at each other, "Let's?" Draco says already taking hold of her hand and guiding her out of his office.
When they get home, Hermione goes straight to the closet to choose a dress for the night, while Draco goes take a shower.
She ties her hair on a loose bun so it won't get wet, thus saving her time with not needing to apply the potions she uses to tame her curls, and takes her turn on the shower as soon as Draco leaves.
When she finishes it, she enters the bedroom to find no sign of Draco. A hoot outside letting her know he has received an owl.
She puts on a dark green pair of lace panties and her black high-heeled sandals before putting on a short black long sleeved dress.
"That was Blaise, he said they'll be running a little late. Something to do with the "babe" trying on everything she has in her wardrobe because nothing is good enough." Draco says using air quotes. "I could bet money on it that even after a week he can't remember this girl's name."
He stops to look at her and feels himself melt a little bit inside. Her dress showing an awful lot of legs and he can't help but imagine them around him… with her heels still on.
"You're bloody gorgeous!" He hugs her by the waist and places a feather like kiss on just the right spot on her neck, before entering the closet to get his shirt and tie.
That single kiss makes Hermione's whole body tingle. Maybe it is the sight of his bare chest, most likely it's the smell of his cologne clouding her better judgment, but she decides she's had enough and she wants him.
However, she doesn't want to be the one to cave in, so she unzips her dress going to the closet, one last round of teasing Draco starting now.
She walks in silently, going for her dress rack and roaming through them, only panties and heels on.
At the sight of her, Draco feels his mouth go dry, his earlier thoughts of her legs wrapped around him coming back with full force, "What are you doing?"
She throws him an innocent look over her shoulder while answering with the sweetest voice she can muster, "Oh, I didn't feel like wearing that dress after all, so I decided to change."
She turns around, facing him, bracing herself on the shelf behind her, "Any suggestions?" She cocks her head to the side, giving him an anything but innocent look while untying her hair and letting it fall on her back.
Draco looks her up and down and it takes him a total of two seconds to exclaim a 'to hell with it', and go to her. Pulling her flush against his chest.
"I'm sorry, do you want something?" She tries to make him say that she won. But her voice comes out husky and shaky, letting him know she is just as affected by this whole ordeal as he is.
He groans a 'you' before smashing his mouth to hers, one hand pulling her by the ass while the other goes to her curls, at the base of her neck, giving it a gentle pull that makes her moan. She responds eagerly, kissing him back with a bruising passion.
His hand leaves her hair and runs down her chest to cup a breast with his palm, his thumb circling her nipple, feeling it grow hard under his ministrations. He soon replaces his thumb with his tongue, making Hermione tight her hold on him.
She lets go of his neck to try to unbutton his pants, but he stops her, getting down on his knees in front of her.
"I've wanted to do this since this morning." He says looking into her eyes while running his thumb over her slit, noticing she's soaked through her panties. He doesn't take them off, just pulls them to the side.
He brings one of her legs over his shoulder so he can have better access, while he holds her with both hands on her ass, bringing her closer to his face. He runs his tongue up and down her slit before sucking lightly on her clit.
When she feels like her leg won't hold her up anymore, she pulls his hair, signaling for him to stand up, bringing his head to hers.
Draco kisses her hard and fast, making it hard for her to breathe. He kisses her in a way that makes her feel as though he is trying to crawl inside her body, to become a part of her. He kisses his way down her jaw to her throat, biting her skin, most certainly leaving marks behind that will have her using a concealing charm tomorrow. His fingers trail down her stomach, finding her wet folds and he swirls a digit around her clit. She thrusts her hips up, wanting, needing, more contact.
He slips two fingers inside her and Hermione gasps, parting their kiss, and grips his hair harder.
"Yes, just like that, Draco, don't you dare stop!" She says looking at him right before she closes her eyes and throws her head back, guiding his head to her neck.
"Bossy as always!" He jokes before speaking in a seductive tone, "Come for me, Hermione! Come so I can fuck you like I've wanted to the whole day." He quickens his moves, adding a third finger and moving them faster inside her.
He hits that soft spot inside her, earning him the most delicious moan when she finally comes all over his hand, making his cock twitch in response.
He doesn't give her much time to breathe. He withdraws his fingers, making her complain at the loss. He lifts her a bit into the air, making her wrap her trembling legs around his waist.
He marches towards their bed, his hold on her hips almost bruising her skin. He lays her down and stands back up to take his pants down. Hermione sits on the bed to take off her heels, "Leave them on." He orders, his look making she feel the heat pool between her legs all over again.
Getting rid of his pants and boxers, his kneels on the bed, making her lay down while he looms over her.
"I might have lost my cool and caved in, but we both know you gave up way before I did and decided to play dirty, you minx." He says while entwining their fingers together in each hand and bringing her arms above her head.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Her smile telling him she couldn't care less if he had caught her on her little plan.
He kisses that smile right off her face with a searing kiss. While still holding her wrists down above her head with one hand, he guides himself into her with the order, entering her with a calm he doesn't seem to possess, feeling her wet walls adjust to his hard cock.
He starts to move slowly, mustering all the self-control he can find. Not because he wants to be gentle, but because he wants her to beg.
It doesn't take long before she whispers, "Harder!"
He stops altogether and raises an eyebrow at her. She rolls her eyes and says louder, "Please, Draco!" And trusts her hips up, trying to feel him deeper inside her.
He takes that as all the motivation he needs before thrusting into her roughly.
"Looks like I'm not the only impatient one, huh?" She says amidst a moan.
Merlin, she is going to drive him crazy.
Once again, he tries to control his body. Closing his eyes for a brief second, he focuses on her, a smirk on his lips, and he starts to move slowly again. Pulling his cock almost all the way out, just to slam into her once again, making her see stars behind her closed eyelids.
When he starts to slowly pull out again, she clamps her walls around him, making him groan and lose the hold on her wrists.
Hermione takes that moment to gather all her strength and push on his chest, flipping them over. Now straddling him, she wastes no time guiding him back inside her once more.
It always drives him crazy to see her like this. The bookworm and workaholic Hermione Granger, who everyone thinks to be so prim and proper, showing her wild side to him. She gives him the most sensuous smile he has ever seen on her lips, biting her lower lip while she starts rocking her hips back and forth on his cock.
His hands go to her hips, helping her move faster and faster. He moves one of them to the apex of her thigh, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing circles around it, making her lose her rhythm for a split second.
She braces herself with her palms on his chest, urging him to make her come once more, her unrequested 'please!' at the end being his downfall. He increases the pressure on her clit and she comes once again, digging her short nails in his chest leaving half-moon marks all over it.
Hermione collapses on his chest, the movement making him slip out of her. They're sweaty, sticky, and they couldn't care less.
Draco pulls her hair to the side so he can caress her back while she tries to steady her breathing.
When she feels she's about to fall asleep, lulled by his breathing and his fingers tracing random patterns on her back, she moves to lay by his side.
Draco sits on the bed by her feet and take off her heels. The moment where his lust driven-self asked her to keep them on coming back to them, making them grin at each other. He pulls the covers from under her, pulling it over them when he lays back by her side.
Hermione props herself on his chest, looking at him, "So… we're a couple of horny teenagers that can't keep their hands to themselves? Is that it?"
He laughs at her choice of words. "I think we have a lot of catching up to do, after all, it was some years of unaddressed sexual tension between us since we started working together. Soon enough we'll be one of those couples that only has sex once a month, writing the date down so we won't forget." He waves it off.
Her only answer is an arched eyebrow at him.
"Hermione, you turn me on no matter how you look or what you're wearing. I believe we'll go on like this forever. I mean, at least until we have to cut back because one of us broke a hip while going at it as a couple of horny teenagers." He laughs at his own joke and she soon follows.
"I think so too." She lays down her head back on his chest, closing her eyes to his rhythmic breathing.
"So, can we still have at least the occasional office sex?" He asks, testing his luck.
"Fine, but only after hours, when we're working late, and there's barely anyone left anymore!" She gives in with a shake of her head.
"Done!"
"And no more trying to feel me up under the table during meetings!"
"You've got yourself a deal!" He kisses the crown of her head and closes his eyes too, ready to let sleep take over his body.
However, her mentioning the meeting makes both of them remember their double date. Draco wastes no time sending a patronus to his mate, letting him know something came up and they won't be able to attend.
"Do you think he'll be mad?" Hermione asks.
"Nah… we can always meet the one he'll be with next week." Draco answers making her laugh, "So… round two?" He says while covering her body with his.
"Already, huh?" She teases him.
"I just need to think about you eating those bloody strawberries this morning…" He moans while kissing her neck.
"I didn't eat them all, you know?" She mentions, raising a suggestive eyebrow at him.
Draco wastes no time before accioing the bowl of strawberries from the fridge.
The last time I posted something Harry Potter related was 2009, so I'd appreciate you letting me know your thoughts on this. Depending on the feedback, there's more to come.
Thanks for reading.