Quarantine

"This is unacceptable."

His gaze wandered over the tiny room. It was so narrow that if he extended his arm his hands could touch the walls on either side. There was only one bed and the window had bars on it.

She sighed. "Stop making a fuss. This is a hospital, not a hotel. It's your fault that we're here anyway. You knew your grandson has Dragonpox and you knew how particular Americans are about it and you didn't think it was necessary to do as little as warn me!"

He huffed. "I had Dragonpox as a child, I am immune."

Anger flared through her brown eyes. Her bushy hair was even wilder and more unkempt than usual. "That's what this is all about? You don't want to spend time with some filthy mudblood? Scared to catch my germs? For your information, I was vaccinated before I went to Hogwarts. If anyone has Dragonpox then it's you. God knows how much the virus has mutated over the last century."

He tutted. "Century? You wound me. How old do you think I am?"

"Fine half a century. Really? That's your problem?" Hermione asked burying her hands into her palms.

She turned around and removed her outer robes.

Mr. Malfoy cleared his throat.

"What? Shouldn't you undress as well? They need to wash our clothes for hygiene reasons."

He huffed.

Standing with her back to him, she removed her pullover and her pencil skirt. She covered her breasts with her arm before removing her bra. Hermione quickly threw the dotted Hospital robes over to cover herself. She was sure she looked absolutely ridiculous but after the long journey to the states, this was none of her concern-

She took a deep breath before removing her panties as well; they were thorough. It felt wrong to be without her panties but she just wanted to go to bed. Once all her clothes were in the provided basket, she crawled into the bed. Yawning, she saw Mr. Malfoy look at her with a raised brow. He hadn't moved a bit since they were shoved into the tiny room.

"Just get it done, I'm tired, I want to sleep."

Mr. Malfoy turned around and slowly removed his robes.

Her eyes were fixed on his pale back. He was covered with scars all over. She wondered whether they felt rough and hard or smooth and silky. Hermione couldn't pinpoint it, but for some reason, he looked old in the best way possible. His seasoned body was enticing. She could see both his bones and his muscled through his thinnish skin.

Her cheeks grew hot and she bit her lip. Watching him take off his boxer shorts, the young witch studied his behind. Hermione liked what she saw. Her gaze wandered a little deeper, between his legs. Hushing a look at his manhood, she had to admit that from her perspective it didn't look very appealing.

She quickly looked out of the window as Mr. Malfoy turned around. A scary thought crossed her mind. If she had been watching him, did this mean that he had been watching her as well? She blushed out of embarrassment.

Mr. Malfoy kept staring at her.

A yawning Hermione lifted the blanket up. "Don't you want to join me?"

"That is unacceptable."

"Please, Mr. Malfoy, if you want to cause a scene, do it tomorrow. One night of sharing a bed with me won't kill you. I promise I won't tell the other purebloods. I just want to sleep."

"It is improper to lie with a witch," he said.

Hermione sighed. "Welcome to the 21st century. Stop being so difficult, we're both adults."

He hesitated but sat eventually sat down next to her. "Is this common in your culture?"

"Sharing a bed? Most couples do. I frequently slept with Ginny and Harry- "

He looked at her with a raised brow.

"- as friends," Hermione shrieked.

Of course, he wouldn't understand how deep her feeling for them ran. She and Harry, they had needed each other; it was cold and they were scared. Life on the run wasn't easy and he was like a brother to her.

"I see."

"Didn't you and Narcissa share a bed?"

"My ex-wife and I, we did our duty. Sleeping was not required for that. As for sharing a bed during nighttime, it is hardly proper to bring a mistress into one's family home."

"Yeah, clearly that is improper," Hermione said shaking her head.

"Ah, exclusivity, how very bourgeois."

"Scandalous, I know," she said flirtatiously.

Mr. Malfoy chuckled.

Hermione's eyes fell shut. She blinked a couple of times, fighting her tiredness.

"Sleep well, Miss Granger."

"You too, Mr. Malfoy."

She should feel concerned about being that close to a Deatheater, especially as a muggleborn, but she couldn't bring herself to worry. For once, he wasn't Greyback who would turn, rape and murder her in the most gruesome way.

No, he was Lucius Malfoy, a wizard who managed to evade conviction twice. Usually, the unfairness of this would make her blood boil, but tonight, she was just relieved to share her room with someone who had himself under control.

Hermione might have mocked him about being old-fashioned, but she was actually relieved to share her bed with someone who respected her. As sad as it sounded, but most wizards and too many witches she knew would have taken advantage of her in some way.

She woke up early in the morning. Her feet were cold. Annoyed she turned to Mr. Malfoy. "Stop stealing my blanket."

He grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her aside. "You are pushing me off the bed."

Hermione let out a groan of frustration. For the first time, she worried about going insane. She had been too tired to think about the consequences of being under a seven-day quarantine with Lucius Malfoy yesterday, but right now she was very short of hexing the most arrogant wizard she had the misfortune of meeting since his son.

She had still been understanding. She didn't want to take up capacities that people who were actually sick or injured and needed medical attention needed but after spending a few hours of less than restful sleep, she felt like handing in a written complaint herself.

Her butt and shoulders were already pressed against the well but the older wizard still wanted more space. The bed was simply too small for them, to share a respectable distance. Too exhausted to continue fighting him, she fell back asleep.

The heat of the sun burnt onto her head. She felt his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. He was warm and smelled good. While he stroke over her back, his other hand played with her auburn curls.

"Miss Granger?" He stopped moving but didn't remove his hands from her.

"Don't stop," the sleepy witch said.

She felt him smile against her forehead. As he continued caressing her she suddenly became very aware of his hot erection pressing against her thigh. His robes must have moved up and the hospital-robes did nothing to cover her back or butt.

Hermione swallowed hard. Her cheeks were glowing as she slowly raised her head to look him in the eyes.

His long elegant, fingers moved from her skull down over her neck, tickling her sensitive skin, before hooking them beneath the ribbon that held her meager wear together. He looked her straight into the eyes. He looked her straight into the eyes.

She let out a breath through her parted lips.

"May I?"

Hermione nodded, not trusting her voice.

Mr. Malfoy smirked before pulling on the ribbon. He shoved the dotted fabric off her shoulders. His hands wandered down her back until he could grab her butt.

Hermione pressed her lips against his. At first, she kissed the older wizard tenderly. Her hands touched his cheeks. She opened her lips to welcome him. He explored her little mouth, skillfully massaging her tongue. Letting out a moan, they separated to breathe.

He flipped her onto her back using the opportunity to free the young witch from the dreadful robes.

She swung her arms around his neck and helped him out of his hospital-robes as well. Her small hands roamed over her his strong back, mapping the scars many years of fighting left on his back. They weren't as hard and rough as she feared but had healed rather well and gave him an interesting texture.

Finally naked, Mr. Malfoy explored her petite body with his mouth. Hermione giggled as he nibbled on her ear. She hadn't even known she was that ticklish. He took her hand and placed a soft kiss in her palm. His lips felt so soft on her and she couldn't help but smile.

Trailing kisses down her arm, he came closer and closer to her breast. To her surprise, Mr. Malfoy looked at her, their eyes met and he placed a soft kiss on her lush lips. With his eyes never leaving hers, he raised her chin and placed kisses down her throat, over her breastbone, right through the gap her perfect breasts formed. He stopped to admire her chest. With his big hands, he cupped her. His thumbs stroked over her hard nipples.

Hermione brought her hands into his long platinum blond strands of hair. She guided his head to her chest and he took one of her nipples into his mouth while he still fondled her other one.

Hermione was moaning, shivers went through her spine and she rubbed her lower body against his hips. She knew he was pleased with himself for having such an effect on her; she felt his smirk against her breast.

He kept suckling on her breast for a while before he released her nipple with a loud plop and captured her other breast.

His hand reached between her legs. He parted her lips with his long fingers and his thumb drew circles around her sensitive button. Two of his fingers entered her. They scissored, stretching, preparing her for him.

Her hips moved up from the bed to meet his touch, desperately needing more friction. Her thighs shivered and her arms felt week. He kissed her with need. Hermione melted into his touch.

Mr. Malfoy positioned himself at her entrance.

She wrapped her legs around his hips as he sank into her depths. A sensual moan escaped her lush lips. She slowly closed her eyes, cherishing the feeling.

His long girth spread her deliciously. She was so full of him.

Mr. Malfoy slowly moved, giving her time to adjust to his size. His piercing blue eyes met hers.

As he picked up the pace, she wasn't able to keep quiet any longer. Moaning loudly her hands held onto his tight back.

He was grunting as he pounded into the tight, little witch.

She let out cute shrieks as her nails dug into his back. Her breathing quickened and her grip on him tightened. Shivers went through her entire body. Her walls clenched around him.

He bit her shoulder. Hermione shrieked and she scratched over his back in turn.

Breathing heavily, she felt his thrusts getting sloppier. He grunted into her ear. The warmth of his breath tickled her earlobe.

Her inner walls held onto him with more force. He was hot and throbbing inside.

Hermione was close as well. Her entire body was spasming. She let out a last loud squeak, pressing the older wizard against her with all her strength.

He pushed a few last times into her, letting her ride out her orgasm.

With labored breathing, he collapsed onto the petite witch. Their mouths met and their tongues danced. His big hand wiped the frizzy strands of hair out of her face.

They rolled to the side. Her head rested on his upper arm and his other arm was swung around her belly as he spooned her. Catching their breath, her eyes were fixed on the faded Dark Mark on his wrist.

It bothered her. Not so much that it was there, but that this didn't bother her. She should feel guilty or humiliated, at least, ashamed of herself for sleeping with Voldemort's former right hand. She felt none of it. Actually, she felt very much at peace and satisfied.

His prominent nose was hooked on her shoulder. She felt every breath he took. His warm breath caressed her skin. So close to each other the small bed seemed to be rather generous.

"Mr. Malfoy?"

"Mm?"

"Round Two?"

He let out a groan. "You need to give a wizard sometime to recover."

"Have I worn you out?"

His hand reached between her legs. With his long fingers, he stroked over her lips.

"You wish. This is a marathon not a sprint."

There was a knock on the door. Hermione was torn out of her slumber. She hid herself beneath the blanket. A healer, in lavender-colored robes, entered the room.

In a hast, she cast a quick diagnostic charm. "Looks good, You're free to go." And with that, she left them alone as quickly as she came.

Relieved that the healer was too busy to comment on the reek of sex that lied heavily over the small space, Hermione crawled over the older wizard. It had taken him a moment longer to wake up and comprehend what just happened.

She pulled her neatly folded clothes out of the basket the healer had left and clothed herself.

He had been barely able to put his trousers on when Hermione was about to leave the tiny room without saying a word.

"Miss Granger?"

She stopped and turned around to face him.

"Do you intend to ignore me from now on?"

"Of course not, we still have work to do. The MACUSA won't wait for us forever and you still need to negotiate this free-trade-agreement."

"Miss Granger. Please, look at me." He took her hand.

She glared at him but didn't remove her hand from his.

Mr. Malfoy went on his knees. He kissed both of her small hands. "Allow me to properly court you."

Hermione made an undignified sound. Looking at the half-naked wizard before her, she saw his upper was covered with the marks of their lovemaking. It made her proud.

"Just because we had a week of fucking each other's brains out?"

"Quite an achievement for two so level-headed people like us."

"Get up," Hermione said impatiently as she helped the older wizard back onto his feet.

"How about I treat you to dinner after our meetings?!

"Shouldn't we socialize with the Americans?"

"You are making this very difficult, Miss Granger."

"And you are still not calling me by my given name. It's awkward."

"Well, we are yet to be married."

"Yet to be? You're awfully sure of yourself."

He took a step closer to her. His hand touched her cheek. Their eyes met. She parted her lips and his thumb stroked over them.

"After we have finished our duty for the day, we could upgrade your hotel room to my suite; soft sheets, a warm blanket, enough cushions, a glass of fine wine and great company."

Hermione nodded. She cleared her throat. "Fine, but if you do as little as look at another woman the wrong way, I'll hex your balls off."

He chuckles. "Why do I not doubt you?"

"Because you're an intelligent wizard with the survival instinct of a cockroach."

He smirked.

Hermione placed her hands on his back and dragged him closer. She pressed her lips against his. He kissed her tenderly, taking his time to ravish her.

She reluctantly pulled away. "We have to go, we can't keep the president waiting forever."