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Indulgence
Ydream08
This was the third time Hermione Granger has attended the annual fund raiser for the Protection of Magical Children single. Indeed, Witch Weekly had earned a one-of-a-kind interview three years ago for the big news of her and Ron Weasley breaking off their engagement. Ever since, three times has Hermione attended this event single while Ron always brought a plus one. Every single time.
It had hurt the first time around since the fund raiser happened to be the Friday of the same week they had called off everything.
Now, Hermione didn't mind it.
Sure, Harry has been married for seven years -they were all twenty five now- and among their Hogwarts friends even Luna Lovegood who Hermione always thought to be a bit airheaded had children, but Hermione denied that anything had to...advance in her life. She was only twenty-five, for Godric's sake! Only last year she finished her Charms thesis, too. If only she could build her career, buy herself a house and put aside enough money to cover for her mother's special care in St Mungo's…
Well, that plan had not been concurrent with Ron's. Hence the break-up. That's why it was a hustle to find a serious flirt that Hermione would bring to an event like this.
On top of all her struggles, adding Witch Weekly gossip to her list was not to Hermione's liking. That's what she told Harry.
"I don't give a rat's arse about the Prophet, same with Witch Weekly—"
"That's not what you were saying when they chose you the 'Sexiest Wizard Alive'."
"—besides they already write about what you wear tonight…" Hermione glanced at her black a-line dress. Its shortness would definitely be mentioned tomorrow at the magazine. So would her red high-heels. "...why would it bother you if they included the name of a guy who could have accompanied and humored you throughout the night?"
"Harry, since when do you say such elaborately thought out sentences?"
"Since Ginny begs for couples dates," Harry muttered. "I don't mind just you and Ron… but when he brings a date...well…"
"...it is sad for me to be without one?" Hermione said crossly.
"No! No, that's not—of course not!" Harry scoffed at himself. "Let me give you a better explanation… Ron doesn't like that I like you better than his girlfriends. I end up not talking to them much."
"Oh, Merlin…" Hermione nicked a champagne from a waiter passing by. "That sounds like something Ron would say."
"Yeah, well, they are more or less his words. Ginny believes the problem can be solved—"
"If only I agreed to date one of her Quidditch friends."
"Or anyone really," murmured Harry over the rim of his glass.
Hermione slapped his arm.
"Hey!"
"It didn't hurt," Hermione smiled.
"You should guess it does…you have a valid history."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Anyway," she said with a sigh. "Just so I could repay your attentiveness tonight, maybe next year I'll say yes to whomever Ginny finds, and monopolize him instead of you."
"OH, I heard that!" came a delighted voice, the owner very well known by Hermione and Harry.
"What took you so long?" Harry asked his wife, but Ginny didn't look interested in replying as her eyes had already zeroed in on Hermione.
"Not now, Harry—You will accept anyone I bring to you, is that it?" Ginny flicked her bright red hair over her shoulder, then hugged Harry around his waist. "I heard that correctly, right, Harry?"
"That's what Hermione said," Harry agreed with a grin directed at Hermione.
"Let me get a whiskey for this conversation!" Hermione announced, showing her empty champagne flute in surrender.
"There are already a few friends from Betons Bludgers here… I could introduce—"
However Hermione had already turned on her heels. "Whiskey!" she called back.
In truth, she needed only the break from her friends. Hermione would be lying if she said she wouldn't mind being by herself (the mere thought of standing alone at a fundraiser while everyone's eyes were on her nauseated her) but different conversations or simple silence were often needed to maintain her sanity.
When she walked closer to the bar table, a quick glance pleased her to find it scarcely crowded. There was a group of elderly wizards perusing the barstools (the cocktail tables of the hall would not be accommodating to tired ones, Hermione realized) and there was a flamboyant witch drunkenly flirting with the bartender. Hermione grimaced but did not comment. She did not comment even when the bartender seemed not to hear her say, "Excuse me, I'd like a drink!"
Somebody snapped their fingers, and next there was a person rushing to where she was at the bar.
"Sorry, Mr Malfoy, Ryan was taking a short break while Eric attended the bar but—"
Hermione mimicked the glances of the breathless attendant, which was first to her left to one, "Mr Malfoy?" she uttered in shock, but next glancing at her right, Hermione understood the irresponsible bartender was named Eric.
Dismissing Eric the bartender, Hermione turned back to Mr Malfoy… with his long platinum hair and snake-headed cane, this person really happened to be Mr Lucius Malfoy. How could she have overlooked him? Surely she had not mistaken him with those elderly wizards… oh. She has, hasn't she?
Now making the connection, Hermione had faced him just in time to see him gesture her with his head.
With his que, the attendant asked, "What can I get for you in the meantime, Miss—"
"Granger," she provided dumbly. It was a miracle she wasn't at a loss of words. "And...um.. a glass of whiskey...please."
She would drink that whiskey afterall.
While the waiter who currently attended the bar prepared her a drink, an awkward minute passed by. How could it not be awkward? Hermione could feel Mr Malfoy's eyes on her and it shocked her that the nausea at the pit of her stomach equaled her hypothetical scenario of having the eyes of the whole room. Damn it.
Her mind insisted his kindness should be returned, but her body has frozen at the prospect of conversing with the man. Not in fear, no…anxiety fuelled by indecisiveness, more like it.
Hermione has never seen the man since his trial. She had noted now and again that any photographs displayed in the Prophet of Lucius Malfoy had been either from his trial or from before. Even if he lost his wife five years ago and his son Draco Malfoy has left to go abroad to start a new life, the degree of Lucius Malfoy's seclusion has been peculiar… enough that, as a senior Auror, Harry had slipped that the man had been included back into the list of surveilled wizards.
"Here you go, Miss Granger. The tab is on Mr Malfoy."
Hermione startled when the waiter placed the glass in front of her. "Thank you," she managed to say.
Saying the words prompted Hermione to return to her civilized manner, thus she shifted to her left and looked at Mr Malfoy. He was clean shaven and his hair was pulled in a low ponytail. His robes were more glamorous than many rich wizards in the room, and his polished cane sparkled as if it had not seen through a war. The Salazar-cursed item should have had a few scratches, really.
She must have stared too long as he spoke first, "It is nothing to mention, Miss Granger." His eyes caught hers and he slowly smirked.
Hermione blushed and placed her suddenly clammy hand on her hip. "Yes… I mean— Thank you, Mr Malfoy. I was just... surprised that you are now a man who'd buy me a drink."
His silver brow slowly raised (Hermione noticed that his hair was now more silver than platinum) as he spared a thorough glance at her. The reminder that her dress was considerably short burned her face and ears in a thrilling heat.
"Any man would be delighted to buy a drink for a pretty witch."
At the compliment, her heart fluttered in her chest, but a tiny part of her whispered that Mr Malfoy was intentionally diverting her implication. So she ignored his charming civility as Hermione was adamant to make sure her meaning came across. "I meant, a Muggle-born."
At that Lucius Malfoy grumbled underneath his breath then gulped down his drink. Hissing at its taste, his lively eyes locked with hers.
"I did not come to this event to discuss politics, Ms Granger. The orphanage owners—"
"It is called the Magical Children's Institution."
"—Institution owners," Mr Malfoy surprisingly corrected himself. "...wished for my presence as the event also amounts to a presentation of their accomplishments and growth the past year."
That was the same explanation she was given at this year's invitation. As a donator, Hermione has been attending the occasional meetings the Institution held, and this year because of the postponements of the meeting they should have had, the administration had specifically asked all donors' attendance to the gala.
Hermione's hand dropped from her hip, but finding it restless she tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Is that so?"
"Indeed."
"Are you a donator?" Hermione asked conversationally, already curious about Mr Malfoy's involvement with the Institution.
"Why do you ask when you know it?"
"You only revealed it a second ago," Hermione protested. She was going to be presumptuous but... "Besides, it would have been rude if I inquired about your absence since the war, would it not? Aside from that, there is little else that comes to my mind to talk about."
Mr Malfoy looked at her long and hard. Hermione realized that behind his inquisitive eyes, he was seizing her, but his serious expression did not show displeasure or approval. Funnily she would be more content if he ended up being unaffected by her comment. She spoke out of place, but really she did not have the energy to put up with any annoyance.
Mr Malfoy eventually snapped his fingers at Eric the bartender. This time he was available and poured Mr Malfoy another drink. Mr Malfoy offered, "Would you like another one?"
Hermione realised she has not drunk a sip of her drink as distracted as she has been with Mr Malfoy. Now that he, too, has seen it, Hermione reached for her glass and dipped her head to drink it all at one go.
The burn of liquid was familiar yet much more intense because of the amount; and the sensation travelled much deeper in her as it cleansed her gut thoroughly. When she set the glass down, the goosebumps on her neck persisted. Lightheadedness that accompanied it was what was different.
She would not get drunk by that glass, but as she watched the bartender pour another glass for her, she guessed that one would make her drunk enough that walking in these high heels would become a risk to her slender ankles.
"Mr Malfoy…" Raising her head so suddenly dizzied her and she involuntarily took a step forward to balance herself. Mr Malfoy straightened right away, offering his arm for security. "No, it's fine. Just the heels...they aren't so easy to walk in."
Hermione laughed it off but the fact was that they had come closer to each other. This was proper for an intimate date, not for two acquaintances who used to stand at opposite sides of the war once upon a time.
Once upon a time, indeed. Hermione observed Lucius Malfoy… from his imposing height, to impressive shoulders… from his strong jaw to his icy blue eyes… from his big hands (one should have held his cane—where was it?) to his shiny shoes…
Hermione bet Mr Malfoy has been a handsome man at every age, including his current early fifties. Indeed, he was attractive. Not so much as his background, but physically he was a man any woman would be proud to stand beside. It was easy to desire a man like Lucius Malfoy.
That was what Hermione told herself as she became aware of her damp knickers.
Fuck.
I would fuck him.
He should fuck me.
Uggh… Merlin help her...
"I should go," Hermione whispered. Her lips felt dry. It must be because of the alcohol, she repeated to herself. "Thank you again for the drink."
Although her whole body shook, or so she believed, Hermione was steady in her steps as she made her way to her friends. Two steps away from him had been enough to break that spell...enough for the scorching heat around them to vanish...enough to shock alcohol out of her system.
Yet her trembling hands were real as was the drink she spilt on her dress.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Ginny asked in concern. "What happened to your dress?"
Hermione cursed again. "Nothing. Just spilled my drink a little."
"Here take this napkin."
"Thanks… I'll just…" Hermione clumsily rubbed the napkin on her dress, but it was a bigger stain than she had first realized. "I'll go to the loo to spell it clean."
"Black dress won't show it, don't worry."
"I know but I don't want to smell like whiskey."
"Would you like me to come?"
"No, thank you, Ginny. I'll be gone for a moment."
"Be quick! The final acknowledgements will be made in five."
Hermione rushed as fast as her heels permitted without being seen as running. This stain wouldn't be a problem, but she really needed to hide away from her idiocy. Why would she do a shot of a glass full of whiskey? What foolishness was that? Oh, it was even more foolish for her to look straight into Lucius Malfoy and nearly throw herself into his arms.
An image of Lucius Malfoy pulling her into a devouring kiss, then fucking her against the bar table popped in Hermione's mind. There would be no need to remove their clothes. Her knickers would be shifted, he could easily reveal her tits thanks to the cut of the dress. Hermione tightly shut her eyes but she saw the two of them rock in the quick rhythm of copulation. She wondered about the sounds he would make… where he would kiss… what his embrace would feel like…
Hermione felt a hand on her arm and gasped at being stopped.
Her wits were about her adequately to guess who has followed her. Among the prospective candidates her erratically beating heart and fantasy filled mind desperately wished it was not Ginny Potter.
Lucius Malfoy loosened his grip and gently rubbed the skin of her wrist.
"I shouldn't have come after you," he announced in a whisper. She caught him eyeing her lips. He took her breath away.
He continued, transfixed, "I might have misjudged it…"
He let go of her wrist and the sudden coldness caused a tingling in her body that left her anxious.
Hermione wanted to do something, anything, that would prevent him from leaving right now, as insane as that sounded.
She took a step towards him and hesitantly rested her hand at his chest. The rich fabric of his robes smoothed down under her motion during which Hermione stole time to get her mind in order. When she felt his heart thumping underneath her palm, every line of thought vanished.
Hermione glanced up at Mr Malfoy.
He held her gaze as his hand calmly reached to touch her face. Forgetting how to breathe as his fingers softly trailed on her skin, Hermione's heartbeat accelerated regardless of her screaming lungs… until his thumb stroked her lower lip. Hermione gasped, and perilously searched his eyes and found a man expectantly desiring her.
Although there were no questions asked, Hermione faintly nodded… and Mr Malfoy dipped his head.
Her legs felt weak that the arms that cautiously came around her not only set her on fire but assured her she would not fall. Softly his lips touched hers and Hermione closed her eyes to feel his gentle touch. Although his tenderness warmed her heart, the unsettling vibration inside of her soared the moment his tongue reached into her mouth for more. The very tight control she has had over herself -the logical one- finally snapped, and Hermione found herself snogging Mr Malfoy in laboured breaths.
Hermione could feel the wet stain of the whiskey she had spilled on her dress pressing her thigh. It wasn't the only thing that was pressing her thigh.
"May I convince you for more?" the male voice rasped quietly. Hermione blinked several times but Lucius Malfoy's blue eyes remained lustful. His arduous breath mingled with her own while Hermione was distinctly aware of the heat coming from his hand splayed over her lower back.
"Mr Malfoy…" The thrill that shot through her body made her feel alive and guaranteed that she wasn't fantasizing any of this, but it was unheard of for Hermione to have a fling with just about anyone. Sure, she has drunkedly snogged wizards on occasion, those who were her age especially… but Hermione always broke away to say goodnight because she has never been a person to have a casual relationship.
Mr Malfoy's hand soothed down from her back to grab her arse, masterfully breaking away her spiralling thoughts. His smirk was an armor to his sullen eyes, but Hermione saw through him before he exasperatedly leaned his forehead against hers.
Mr Malfoy gave a deep breath and spoke faintly, "Don't make me a fool more than I already am."
Then he angled his face to brush kisses over her jaw, her neck and shoulder. He came back up to find her lips and unhurriedly kissed her. He tasted like whiskey and thrill, a combination matching to her state of now.
Just like that Hermione's skin was set aflame once more, and her despairing tiredness seeped away from her limbs to let courage fuel her hammering heart.
Her life since the War has become rather dull anyway. Would it hurt to be reckless this once?
To be one hundred percent sure, Hermione pulled him by the neck for a deeper kiss. The fact that it caused a tingling between her thighs was in his favour. With or without him, Hermione would cum tonight, and what she had in mind was not masturbation.
"Not here," Hermione said in shuddering breaths.
The proud smirk that pulled on his languid lips contracted her core muscles in excitement. Hermione smiled, too.
Now her mind whirled in where they could sneak away to. The fundraiser was organized in a hotel. Hermione had not booked a room to stay as she had planned she would Disapparate back home.
"Harry and Ginny will be waiting," Hermione confessed, knowing that an early disappearance from her would cause needless curiosity in her friends. "We should return before the fundraiser ends."
Mr Malfoy nodded as he collected his wand from his famous cane. "Alright."
He casted a Disillusionment Charm, then snaked his arm around her waist to lead her. "We shouldn't stay longer at this hall. Anyone passing to the restroom could—"
Mr Malfoy halted at an idea Hermione, too, came up with just then.
Hermione giggled. Oh, of course! That was the obvious solution. It was mad— but, what about the two of them having sex was sane?
They looked at each other to measure whether both of them were on the same page.
She grabbed his hand. "Come on. Everyone is at the last speech. It will be safe."
Mr Malfoy dipped his head to steal a kiss. "Legilimency is a crime Miss Granger."
"I bet you'll figure out where to lock me," Hermione joked seductively. Then pulled him towards the restroom.
With a hoarse voice he answered after a heartbeat, "I may have an idea or two."
A slap came to her left buttcheek, and Hermione gasped while touching at the heat radiating over her dress. His eyes twinkled impishly.
Hermione turned around to grab him by his robes, and they kept viciously snogging each other until they found the door to the restroom.
In hindsight they should have checked whether anyone was inside, but the sound of a toilet flushing froze the both of them. Her blood boiling a second ago turned to ice.
Hermione raised her hand for them to be watchful. They had to act quickly but rushing to the cubicle would be foolish. They were disillusioned but that didn't mean they were non-existent. Any sound they made would alert the person.
Her heart was pounding as she thought of what to do, and finally just as the door of the last cubicle was opening, Hermione took out her wand and sent a mild Stupify at the stranger.
"Simple but quick solution," Mr Malfoy praised her as his hands gripped her hips and led her to the closest cubicle. Hermione whined at his handling.
Mr Malfoy locked the cubicle and cast a Silencing Charm, then turned her around for a wet kiss that had Hermione moaning uncontrollably.
"Shhh," Mr Malfoy warned her. "That Silencing Charm might not hold all the time."
"Then let me cast it," Hermione challenged as she pressed her body more intimately against his hard one. "As a Charm master, you'll see I'm efficient."
His hands explored her yearningly as he hitched up her skirt. "I don't doubt your abilities as a Charm master."
How he managed her title to sound so dirty, Hermione had no idea, but it was obvious that they wouldn't be giving a break to cast the spell.
His hands on her thighs, grabbing, pinching and caressing were as distracting as his endless kisses over her shoulder and chest. One of his hands found her tit, but his squeeze over the dress was unsatisfactory. Hermione cursed that their clothes were in the way. She wanted to touch his skin too, feel the warmthness of his skin, follow the pattern of his chest hair, explore the broadness of his back.
"Would you hate me if I shed your robes?" Hermione panted while combing his hair. "...they'd definitely fall on the ground."
He groaned his disapproval, and found her lips to divert the subject. He accomplished it when Hermione felt a tug on her dress and his hand grabbed her bared tit. Hermione moaned into his kiss as her nipple hardened from his rough palm.
"Shhh, Ms Granger, we wouldn't want anyone walking in."
"You already locked the—" His mouth was on her tit, her nipple bitten and sucked and twirled by his tongue. "Oh, Godric!" Hermione looked down at him, messing his hair even more as she pulled him into a kiss. Mr Malfoy kept it short as he hunted her other nipple and made it equally sensitive.
The plastic wall of the toilet cubicle didn't feel secure so Hermione held onto his shoulders stronger, especially when she hooked one leg over his thigh. She needed friction at her cunt, and she would touch it herself if he didn't soon.
Mr Malfoy straightened to find her lips again, but before Hermione could grab her hand to lead him where she wanted her hand was held over something hard and heated.
"Feel what you do to me?" His hoarse voice was at the shell of her ear, his lips on her skin. "Ah, Ms Granger, you make me feel like a young man."
A sizzling current under Hermione's skin arrived at her lower abdomen and zapped her insides, making her impatient more than ever.
"Touch me," she begged Mr Malfoy. "Touch me."
His guiding hand on hers left to climb up her thigh. Hermione didn't let go of his dick but squeezed and caressed it in encouragement, spreading his precum as much as possible.
When his palm found her drenched knickers Hermione gave a shuddering breath. They wouldn't need much extra lubrication, that was for sure.
That thought vanished when Mr Malfoy peeled the knickers away and his fingers faintly touched her naked skin. Hermione whimpered at the pull of desire and moved her hips unconsciously. His free hand grabbed her hip solidly before his fingers moved on her sex, and Merlin, he should do that again and again and more!
"Yes, there— Mr Malfoy again...please." He licked her neck before sucking at her flesh, and the assault of the new sensation nearly made her forget that his fingers were down there, restless and playing...until—
Hermione gasped at the intrusion of his finger at the same time he pressured on her clit.
"Mr Malfoy!" They locked eyes and for the first time his eyes were dark with pride. He looked down at her heaving breasts and bent down to suckle at one.
His fingers continued an erratic pace and Hermione felt them reach deeper. Like this, his hold on her cunt was more intimate… like he wouldn't let go any time soon.
Hermione hardly felt her toes in her high-heels, and her whole body buzzed with a building anticipation that contracted every muscle in her abdomen into a deliciously nausea.
He came back to kiss her and Hermione relied harder on the wall of the cubicle as further his fingers pushed inside her. Hermione couldn't take it anymore… he pushed her with his fingers, with his kisses, with his caresses… and her stretching body had to reach the point where it would no longer be under this luscious stress.
"Ms Granger, cum for me," he requested, lips a breath away from her own.
Her orgasm followed his demand and washed over her body in a relieving wave. Hermione held onto his shoulders, breathless and moaning, when Mr Malfoy sealed her lips into silence.
Hermione alerted her mind to keep up with his playful tongue, and before her sweat cooled down she felt his hard member between her thighs.
"Wait—" She had to be smart about this. Since she hasn't been in a steady relationship, Hermione wasn't using daily protection potions against pregnancy. The morning-after pills from a Muggle pharmacy could work, but either way it would be safer to use the Cover spell. She'd rather be cautious than get an STD. "Mr Malfoy, let's cast the Cover spell first."
"Would you like to check its integrity with your tongue?"
Mr Malfoy took a half step back to show her he had already cast the spell. She saw the sheen of magic covering his member, and her face cracked in an impressed smile. "If only it weren't the toilet floor."
Mr Malfoy snorted and placed his dick where it was, making it slick with her arousal, then holding her thighs apart he prodded at her entrance.
Hermione raised her leg to his hips to give him better entrance thus silenced his obvious question to get a confirmation from her.
Dutifully proceeding inside, Hermione closed her eyes to feel him gradually stretch and fill her.
"Mmmhmm." She has missed to be completed like this… and it was only the start of their fun.
"I won't be gentle like before, Ms Granger. Be sure to stay silent."
Hermione fiercely nodded just so he would move.
Pulling out, then thrusting back inside her for the first time had her gasp, "Ah!"
His hand closed over her mouth and he tutted. "Ms Granger, I won't repeat again."
Whether it meant his order or his thrusts, Hermione swore to herself she would not make a noise, but that didn't mean she liked his hand over her mouth. Licking his palm, Hermione surprised him enough to nip at the flesh then took his hand away then guided it at her waist. Understanding crossed his eyes so he resumed his thrusts with one hand supporting her leg and the other grabbing her near the hip.
Even without opening their mouths, the noise of their copulation was hard to overlook. The slick in and out of his cock, her back hitting the cubicle, Mr Malfoy's forceful grunts. All was worth the flaming pleasure that covered every inch of her once again. He was big, hard and fast inside of her.
Mr Malfoy's hand over her hip flexed while he slowed down. He was looking at her chest, then raised his eyes to her face. Capturing her lips with a hard kiss nearly distracted Hermione from his detachment from her.
"The other way around will be much more comfortable, I'm afraid." Mr Malfoy whispered as he flipped her around, and Hermione braced herself against the cubicle wall this time. Her tits were shocked by the coolness, but heat returned the moment Mr Malfoy thrusted in her cunt again.
"GODRIC!" Hermione yelped at the intrusion of this angle. Sweet Merlin, this position touched everywhere that had been neglected before! It wasn't only inside of her, but Mr Malfoy's hard grip on her buttocs and his pants chafing against her skin fed pleasure to her hunger.
Already heightened by her early orgasm, Hermione found her body curling rapidly in anticipation the harder Mr Malfoy rocked her cunt. Hermione closed her hands in fists and thrusted her hips back faster, eager to relieve the itch enveloping her.
"You're close, as am I," Mr Malfoy hissed and forcefully pounded inside her, making her gasp helplessly. Next, Hermione nearly jolted upright when he circled her clit. One, two, three swirls and Hermione gave in to the pressure that finally cracked her apart.
It was like a relaxing dip in a cool tub, or better yet, the serene emptiness after a challenging spell casting hour. Hermione softly moaned while she was aware of the last few thrusts of the handsome man who has pleased her beyond expectation.
Listening to his labored breaths, then his silence, Hermione gathered that he too was finished. After a few heartbeats, Mr Malfoy removed himself from her, which gave the chance for Hermione to straighten and fix her outfit.
Turning around she watched him release the Cover spell while holding his cock by the toilet. Hermione passed him some tissue, then got back to fixing her hair.
"Thank you," he whispered. The faint pink on his cheekbones were unmistakable but Hermione decided it was more due to having sex.
Looking at Mr Malfoy, Hermione could confess his hair was her favorite at the moment. She had been unable to free him from the ponytail, but some tangles and loose strands showed she had indeed made a mess.
"I should go out first," Mr Malfoy said. "I was meaning to leave early anyway, so I won't be noticed. Your friends must be waiting for you."
Her heart panged at the matter-of-fact way he stated that, but Hermione was not in position to comment. As absurd as it sounded.
What happened between them was simply... an indulgence, wasn't it?
"Tie your hair again first," Hermione whispered but as close as they stood at the cramped cubicle, she was itching to comb his hair herself.
"That…" Mr Malfoy reached down in a way that had his head nearly snuggled by her neck. Hermione held her breath to see what he was upto. However, sealing his lips on her skin was apparently not his intention since he recovered his cane when he stood up.
With a quick spell at his hair, Mr Malfoy looked more presentable than any mediocre wizard. He especially didn't look like he has had sex in a toilet cubicle.
"Imposing and handsome as always," Hermione commented but noticing his stare, she averted her eyes.
He shifted to point his wand at the lock, but Hermione didn't raise her gaze even when the click sounded.
What was there to say really? Should she talk about the weather, or better yet, his status as a donator to the Magical Children's Institution? Here in a cubicle?
Should she ask for a coffee? Though neither of them had aimed for something like that from the start.
Amids her rushing thoughts, Mr Malfoy cleared his throat, but no words followed… just silence.
That's how the cubicle's door opened, then softly closed.
Hermione herself waited five minutes before getting out and returning to her friends.
HI
This is nearly unedited and quickly uploaded for you to enjoy! (excuse any mistakes pls, I'll fix them in a few days) It's been months since I last wrote anything so...yes...that's why the rush. Hopefully it was fun.
Note: "the Cover spell" equals to a condom (as you might have guessed), and it is something I previously used in my other story Touched Your Lips. It is important for me to include safe sex practices in stories, so there is that.
I'm excited for your thoughts!
Take care, be safe and healthy :D
Ydream08