Hermione sat up in bed that night with her phone in her hand. Ron hadn't come home yet and she assumed he was out with George, who also hadn't returned to the Burrow yet.
She opened her phone and saw that she hadn't received any texts.
HG – Are you ok?
DM – I'm ok.
HG – You went back?
DM – I had to. Did you see the Prophet? Saying I forced her to take it
HG – We all know that's not true. Come on, they also said she hexed 5 people at the floo the other day. She didn't, I was there.
DM – She will never let me leave. That's what she told me.
HG – So stay
DM – And put up with her?
HG – No, move to another room, do your own thing.
DM – SHe wont have it.
HG – she'll have to. Its either that or you ove out completely. Give her an ultimatum.
DM – you're right. Merlin I miss you
HG – I miss you too
DM – Come and see me? Just for a minute.
HG – are you crazy?
DM – I'll lower the wards, just come. Astoria is asleep. Malfoy castle library.
Hermione looked at his request, fighting her head and her heart. She could easily floo to his castle and have quick rough sex in his library, but the smart thing to do would be to put a stop to this. Before anyone gets hurt. She knew that if she hadn't come along, Malfoy wouldn't have left. Something within her just knew it.
At the same time, she, Hermione Granger, was not responsible for the happiness of anyone but herself. She quickly put on a robe and made her way downstairs quietly.
"Oh Hermione, you heading out somewhere?" came the voice of Molly.
"Good Godric Molly you frightened me. Yes, I am, I just have to go to my parents' house. Thought I'd check on it and get a few things from my old bedroom" she lied.
"Oh, wonderful. Well, take your time, I'll listen our for Rose" Molly said.
"Thanks Molly" Hermione said, before stepping into the floo and shouting "Granger residence".
She arrived in the dusty old living room and got her bearings before stepping back into the floo and calling "Malfoy castle library".
She landed on the dark wooden floor with a thud. Two floos in a row were certainly not easy to do, standing up.
"That was graceful" Malfoy said.
"Well, I had to go to my parents house. Molly was in the kitchen" she said, standing and dusting the ash off her clothes.
He stood before her just looking at her while she finished brushing herself off. When she stopped, he reached out and pulled her towards him. His touch was like fire on her skin, it electrified every inch, every hair, every one of her senses.
His lips were on hers, but there was no urgency now. He was slow, methodical, he took his time. She melted into him, her body almost forming one with his. She hadn't come here for sex, but now she was here, and his hands were inside of her robes, she knew that she needed it.
Malfoy walked backwards towards what looked to be a solid timber desk and turned so that her backside was against it. He never broke the kiss, simply held her close and directed her where to go.
"I fucking missed you Granger" he hissed into her mouth.
"Its been a week" she said.
"Far too long" he said, trailing kisses down her neck.
She looked to the door and felt him smile against her.
"She's unconscious, but I locked it and warded it just in case" he said.
"Good, that's good" she said as she reached down and unbuttoned his trousers.
She let them fall to the floor and grasped his waiting erection as it sprung free. He hissed through his teeth, making her feel like a goddess.
He made quick work of her clothes, before laying her back on the desk and kneeling before her. When his tongue landed upon its goal, she gripped the edges of the desk, knowing her release would come quick. His finger eased slowly into her and stroked its way towards her G spot and before she could take a breath, she felt an intense orgasm rip through her body. It was the fastest and hardest one she had experienced yet. There was no build, no climbing to the peak. The build was fast and the orgasm intense.
Her head was in the clouds when she heard him change positions and when she eventually opened an eye, he had aligned himself with her centre and eagerly entered her. She cried out in absolute sheer bliss. She had heard of quickies before, but always assumed they were purely for the benefit of the man, because, how could a woman reach orgasm so quickly.
As it turned out, their week long flirting was like the foreplay she didn't realise she was having and after a few quick strokes, she was pulsating around him and he was quickening too.
"Merlin you're fucking perfect" he grunted.
"I love you Malfoy" she moaned, not even certain as to why she said it. It just felt right.
He leaned his face towards her and kissed her as she came, spilling himself into her and declaring his love for her as well.
He collapsed on top of her on the desk, their sweat mingling together. She was coming down from the high and stroking his hair when she heard a sound. It was the distinct sound of knocking.
"What was that?" she whispered.
"The door" he said.
Hermione wriggled out from underneath him and gathered her clothes, while he hastily put his back on.
"DRACO?" came a voice from the other side of the door. "Draco, why is the door locked?" she called, still banging on the wood.
"Ok, Godric, I need to go" Hermione said, panicked now that their tryst had been discovered.
"You cant, she'll know the floo was just used. Go down the back row, to the left and hide behind the shelf" he said hurriedly as he kissed her.
"This is so wrong" she said, double checking to make sure she had all her things before running as quietly as she could through the rows and rows of books. In any other circumstance, she would love to spend some time here, going through the books.
She found the corner that he said and hid behind a shelf which secured her from the view, should anyone need to come past. She cast a muffliato spell over herself as she began regaining her breath. The combination of the incredible sex, the scare of Astoria at the door and the running was causing havoc on her attempts to breathe. From her hiding place, she could hear them talking.
"Why was it locked Draco?" she asked.
"I was working" he said.
"You said you weren't going to be long. Its been hours"
"You were asleep"
"Well, if you had been there to keep me company, perhaps I wouldn't have fallen asleep"
"You need your rest. Remember what the medi-witch said? You need to rest Tori"
Hermione flinched at the pet name he used with her, as well as the kind manner in which he spoke. As far as he had led her to believe, he hated her. They hated each other. She heard no voices, but she knew there were still people in the room. She could hear footsteps, or movements across the floor. Something.
"Salazar woman, you need to warn me if you're going to do something like that" she heard him say. He seemed breathless. Had she kissed him? And why was Hermione all of a sudden, jealous? He was married to her. The fact that he was going to leave her just yesterday meant nothing.
"Draco, its been forever. I need you" she said in a whine. Hermione almost heaved.
"I'll come to bed shortly. I have maybe ten minutes left of work" he said.
"I'll keep you company"
"It'll just take me longer"
"We used to make love on this desk, remember?" she asked.
"I remember. Now go back to bed, I'll join you soon" he said.
Hermione heard footsteps echo further away before the sound of the door opening then closing with a soft click. Hermione could finally breathe. Not that she wanted to. Jealousy coursed through her veins. A jealousy that she did not want to harbour.
She remained in her hiding spot until she heard his footsteps approach.
"Granger?" he called in a whisper.
"I'm here" she said.
"You hear all that?" he asked sheepishly.
"I uh, no I cast a silence charm. It seemed to have worked both ways" she lied. She knew he knew, because how would she have heard him call out to her? His face only partially gave it away.
"Well, she's quite needy. I told her I'd be ten more minutes" he said, pulling her out from the hiding spot.
"Yes, I'd better go anyway" she said.
"I'll see you though?" he asked.
"Definitely. We work together" she said, heading towards the floo.
Before she entered, he pulled her towards him, encapsulating her in his arms. The jealousy, the humiliation at having to hide in a corner, the angst, all evaporated. He seemed to be pouring every ounce of love that he felt for her into this hug and she did the same in return.
"Granger… i…" he began.
"You don't need to say anything Malfoy. I'm in your home. The one you share with your wife" she said.
"Some day things might be different" he said.
"Perhaps" she answered, pulling away from his embrace just enough to kiss him on the lips.