Sunday
Hermione looked down at her feet, deeply frowning at the sharp pain throbbing throughout her body part. Huffing while placing her hands on her hips, she looked up to her friend who wore a smug smile on her face.
"Are we done? My feet are killing me." She pouted and Pansy rolled her eyes.
"No. You have fifteen more minutes. Do some jumping jacks, jog in place, jump rope, something until your feet stop hurting." She ordered and Hermione threw her hands up.
"This is ridiculous. I'll just walk around my house and go up the stairs again." She grunted then left the room, leaving a sniggering Pansy.
"Your arse looks great!" She called back and Hermione flipped her off.
"It bloody well better!" She yelled back, walking through her hallways.
"You're going to thank me when Draco drools over you tomorrow." Pansy commented while turning on her motion box thing, flicking through the channels until she came across the model show she liked that ousted girls every week. She heard the clacks of the heels on the wooden floor, biting off a smirk.
"I don't believe this will actually work." Hermione voiced her doubts for the millionth time that week. "It sounds like a load of bollocks."
Pansy shook her head at the screen, watching the Miranda girl receive her headshot instead of Tori. It was heartbreaking, this show.
"The fetish is very real and one that Draco Malfoy very legitimately has." She said, then finally taking her eyes off the telly to look at Hermione. "Trust me, yeah?"
Hermione sighed then decided to walk around some more to get used to the feeling of the heels she just purchased. Originally, when she had confided in Pansy about her small crush on Malfoy, she thought she'd just be teased. Never would she have guessed the girl would give her the most valuable piece of information to catch the blonde man's eye.
Draco Malfoy was into altocalciphilia. Otherwise known as having a sexual preference for women in high heel shoes.
Hermione didn't believe Pansy at first, but the neutral expression she wore told her this was more serious than a bludger to the head.
Pansy disclosed that Draco frequented her boutique, which only sold women's clothes, and would buy sometimes ten pairs of shoes in one week.
"For…himself?" Hermione asked worriedly.
"No you fucking twat. For whatever girl he was shagging at the time." Pansy said, smacking her on the arm. Hermione winced then rubbed her arm, feeling better knowing that the guy she fancied didn't have a weird preference for actually wearing the shoes.
"Oh. Has he—" She cleared her throat, warmth spreading up her neck. "Has he been in recently? To buy anything?"
Pansy smirked.
"It's been about five months. I'd say just when he transferred over to your department Granger is when he stopped making purchases and talks of his conquests ended." She said slyly. There was a flicker of hope, the spark before you got a lighter to ignite. She forced herself to be rational.
"It's probably just a co—"
"No it's not Granger. Trust me." Pansy said and Hermione had no other option but to trust the girl.
So now here she was, letting Pansy provide her with fifteen new pairs of heels, some that weren't even on display at her boutique yet, just to try out the theory and see if Malfoy would pay her more attention .
It felt like she wasn't being true to herself. So she liked him a bit, thought he was massively fit and looked forward to their daily interactions. She shouldn't have to alter her appearance to get his attention. Who she is and what she does should be enough for him or any man for that matter.
Pansy pointed out that it wasn't changing anything about her and that Malfoy already snuck glances when she wasn't looking (if that was even true). There was no harm with accessorizing to up the ante and get a wizard's direct attention.
"You're wearing the gray dress right?" Pansy inquired about her attire for tomorrow. She nodded.
"Yes per your suggestion." She replied then finally sat down, taking the shoes off. "The cushioning charms help but they still hurt a bit."
"Cast a cooling charm with it, that should help take all the ache away." Pansy suggested before suddenly squealing and clapping her hands together. "Eeek! I'm so excited for you tomorrow. Merlin I hope he creams his pants at the sight of you."
Hermione laughed but still doubted his reaction would be anything other than a quick look down and his signature raised eyebrow. That would be all, but she could still hope.
Monday
Hermione's chest was rolling with excitement and anxiety. She had already received three compliments from the floo to the lifts about her outfit and lovely heels. Confidence was soaring and by the time she walked into her office. Colleagues greeted her, commented on her appearance as well but then she laid eyes on Malfoy's tall figure. His back was to her and he was speaking with a colleague who had just caught her eye.
"Oooh. Hermione. Love the outfit!" Tara, her coworker, said as she walked to her door to her own office. Hermione slowed a bit, just as Malfoy began to look over his shoulder.
"Thank you!" She cheerfully said then made eye contact with Malfoy who was in the middle of taking a sip of his coffee. His eyes widened, looked down to her legs, then he made a snorting, choking noise. Coffee spurted from his mouth and nose, droplets falling down his chin and onto his shirt.
She gaped at him as he swore and tried to wipe off coffee on his shirt and mouth. Tara looked at him with a weird expression.
"Alright there Malfoy?" She asked, but he stormed away into the break room without saying a word.
Hermione entered her office, shutting the door and leaning her back against the wood. She made an excited noise, the image of his shocked expression and exploding coffee in her mind all day.
It was a success and she couldn't wait to tell Pansy.
Tuesday
According to Pansy, Draco's favorite color was a deep, royal blue. Not entirely surprising since he does come from a higher society family. Her dress was the exact color, long bell bottom sleeves that finished with a v neck cut. It clung to her body like plastic wrap.
Pansy's instructions for today were embarrassingly clear: Drop something in front of him, bend over and stick her arse out right in front of him. After much resistance to the plan, Hermione daydreamed if something like Monday would transpire again, and what would happen this time.
They had weekly one on one meetings, as Hermione did with every manager in the office. Malfoy was the head policy analyst, a position very high up that caused them to work together frequently. The meeting was only ever ten to fifteen minutes, sometimes they would run over allotted time because they began chatting about other things going on in life or things they were working on. She never minded exceeding the time limit, sometimes she purposely asked him more questions just to keep him around longer.
Placing a paper haphazardly off to the side of her desk that would most likely fall if she rounded the edge, Hermione anxiously awaited for Malfoy to knock on her door. Checking the time, she frowned noting it was two minutes past their scheduled meeting. He was always punctual, no matter what. On the dot punctual. And in the thirty oddish meetings they've had, he's never been late.
Just as she began to send a memo, Malfoy barged through the door, cheeks red, panting a bit and eyes glazed over. He cleared his throat, avoiding her eye then sat down.
"Sorry. I got caught up with something." He mumbled, still not meeting her eye.
"S'Okay. Did you need a moment?" She considerately asked.
"No, no. Let's get this over with." He muttered the last part quietly but she still heard it and frowned. Certainly not the reaction she wanted.
Malfoy began speaking quickly about the new laws passed through the Wizengamot that will directly affect the law enforcement department and what it means for the aurors. She took notes, noticing he spoke faster than ever before. So fast that she had to ask him to slow down a bit. Hearing him let out a measured breath, he did as he was requested but just barely. Hermione got the notion that he was irritated, but didn't comment on it.
"—increase at four percent. Tara said she's been getting a lot of input and mail from citizens who are concerned that this means less aurors on the street." He said and nodded.
"Michael wrote a press release addressing it already. Did you get to see it?" She asked looking up. For the first time all day, he looked at her. It seemed whenever she had to walk about the office, he was either nowhere to be found or purposely turned his back on her.
His pupils looked blown, the blue gray of his eyes almost disappeared completely.
"No. I-I didn't get to see it. I'll ask him for—"
"No worries, I have an extra one." She said then stood from her desk. Her heart was thrumming wildly at the perfect opportunity. Her cheeks were already warm as her hip came in contact with the edge of her desk and the paper began to slide off.
"I can go see Mi—"
"Oops." She cut him off as the paper slowly fell to the ground as she was a few steps away. It fell perfectly, far enough away from his chair that she could bend down in front of him while still leaving a large amount of space between them.
She lowered her body, bending at the waist to collect the paper. Her ears were whooshing with embarrassment so she wasn't sure if the tiny inhale was from her or him.
What she didn't see was Malfoy's eyes almost pop out of his head as her supple backside was on full display. He inhaled sharply, shutting his mouth so no pathetic noises would break free from his lips. His cock jumped and he had to hastily grab his binder and place it over his lap. Hermione had sprung upright just as he regained composure.
With the paper properly placed, she walked over to her file cabinet and pulled out the press release, not knowing Malfoy had shut his eyes when her white, open toed strappy shoes clacked against the floor. He had to hold his breath.
"Here you go." She said handing him the paper which he quickly accepted.
"Thanks. I'm sorry Granger I don't mean to cut this short but I have another meeting to get to." He then moved out of his chair hurriedly, holding the binder in the most casual way he could over his crotch.
Hermione frowned.
"Oh." She said, leaning her bum against the corner of her desk. Malfoy looked at her once then clenched his jaw, moving to the exit without another glance. "If there's anything else you have for me let me—"
Her door slammed shut and she was left slightly dejected at the encounter. "Know." She finished then got back to work, not seeing him for the rest of the day.
Pansy had come over with take away for dinner, laughing hysterically as she retold the story.
"He's whipped! Head over arse. I'd bet ten galleons he left to rub one out." Pansy cackled and Hermione blinked.
"You think he was nervous?" Hermione questioned innocently.
"Fuck yeah. You wore the open toed shoes right?" She asked and Hermione nodded. "Oh then absolutely yes he was nervous. He had to get out of there before he bent you over the desk. It's working Hermione, don't doubt yourself." Pansy reassured.
Hermione blushed a bit, finding it hard to believe the dress and shoes would have such a strong effect on him, but then again, he was stuttering and refused to meet her eye. Hermione grinned subtly, quietly agreeing that this plan was actually quite fun if it really did make him squirm.
Wednesday
Today she had meetings all day so she wanted to be comfortable. Pansy suggested a maroon colored power suit with a black turtleneck. The shoes today were black, with a wired golden heel. A pair of shoes that hadn't been available to the public yet from Pansy's collection. The gold coiled to the tip of the shoe as well, resting on top like a small wreath. It was her favorite pair of shoes so far and she hoped it would get his attention.
Luckily for her, Malfoy would be in three of her five meetings. All of them being the longest ones.
With an almost strange giddiness, Hermione walked into the break room to fetch herself a coffee before heading down to the Department of Mysteries. Malfoy was luckily there as well, pouring an extra large cup for himself and not even looking up at her as she entered. His shoulders were already tense, and his throat bobbed once.
"Good morning Malfoy. Ready for our eight thirty?" She asked, retrieving a mug from the higher shelf. One thing the heels did allow her was a new sight. The world looked so much different in nearly four inch heels.
"Morning. Should be long and boring like they usually are." He replied, still not looking at her.
Malfoy quickly moved away when she approached the coffee pot, pushing himself into the corner by the fridge.
"I heard Hickory won't be there so maybe it'll actually be productive without his usual side questions that get us off track." She rambled, trying to sound casual but she was dying to look at him and see if he was paying attention to her.
"Thank Merlin for that." He softly responded, taking a sip of his coffee and keeping his eyes low to the ground. But he couldn't help and peer over at the shoes. His eyes lingered on her legs and feet before trailing upwards to her outfit. Her bum was tight against her trousers and her hair was pulled back into a neat bun. She looked every bit bloody hot, and it made him swallow thickly.
"Malfoy, did you hear me?" She asked turning around to face him. His eyes immediately jumped to her face.
"Sorry, what was that?" He asked again, seeing her eyes light up.
"I asked if you wanted to walk down together." Hermione gestured behind her. She was internally grinning, she had asked him twice before catching his attention which most likely meant he was staring at her.
"Erm. Yeah, let's go." He said pushing off the wall and following beside her. They walked to the lifts in silence, the sound of her heels clicking on the floor made him dizzy. He had to keep his head down so he wouldn't stare at her arse, or be caught staring like a sick creep.
They snuck in, standing side by side as the lift made a few pickups. It was full by the time they were two stops away from the Department of Mysteries. Hermione was forced to squeeze in closer, taking a half step in front of him while her back was pressed into his shoulder.
She was blushing at the proximity, clutching her coffee and files to her chest while she held onto the overheard bar. The smell of cologne and aftershave mingled together made her brain melt. It was a heavenly aroma, distinctly his.
She turned her head sheepishly, not being able to see his face.
"Sorry." She mumbled as they bumped into each other from the force of the lift.
"It's fine." He grunted back and she wished she could see his face. Malfoy had to push his hips back and think of the Dark Lord going on a killing spree right before his eyes to calm himself down. He flinched, then opened his eyes to feel her move away. With her she took the sweet fruity scents of her hair product. He gulped for fresh air.
When they got off at their stop, Draco was noticeably stiff. He nearly sped walk to the conference room, her heels clicking fast as she tried to keep up with him. She checked to see if they were running late, only to find they were right on time like normal.
She sat next to him, which wasn't an odd occurrence but she could tell with the terse expression that he would have preferred her to sit elsewhere. She almost laughed. His cheeks were a bright pink when her thigh "accidentally" brushed his. It looked as if he was going to combust.
Thursday
Hermione worried that he wasn't responding greatly enough. She decided, at the advice of Pansy, to attempt flirting, or do something that would make him flirt with her.
Pansy was most excited for today's shoe selection. Baby pink, suede heels, a skirt to match with a soft white turtleneck. Told Hermione it gave her a more innocent look and it would certainly drive him mad.
Malfoy did a double take when she walked through the office floor. And though she paid him no mind after wishing him 'good morning,' he was keen on coming to her office frequently today. It was an odd shift from avoiding her all day yesterday and Tuesday. But one she welcomed.
After a brief five minute meeting about something that could have been sent in a memo, Draco finally said something about her appearance. He was halfway to the door when he turned around and said,
"You look really pretty today Granger."
It was friendly, softly spoken to enhance its genuineness. She was so taken aback, that she furiously blushed and began sputtering nonsense.
"Oh!" She exclaimed with a smile, while he assessed her. "Thank you! I'm not the biggest fan of turtlenecks all the time but this one is rather soft. Plus the skirt is suede which is comfortable. In fact, the entire outfit is new, I just picked it up from—"
"I know." He lowly responded. "You look really good."
Hermione met his stare, her skin scattering into goosebumps from the tempting expression he had. That and the fact that he half smirked at her before leaving.
Pansy had screamed at the information for five seconds.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Hermione flinched, watching the girl hyperventilate.
"Are you done?" She asked with a laugh.
"This bloody brilliant! I'm surprised he hasn't snogged you in the lifts yet." She beamed, fanning herself dramatically with her hands.
"He's been ignoring me all week, if this is the first step to snogging then I won't get laid until I'm thirty." She joked and Pansy's eyes widened.
"I have to go to Draco's." She suddenly said, as if looking directly through Hermione's head.
"Why?" She asked.
Pansy shook herself out of the fog then stood up, frantically grabbing her things.
"I have to go. I'm going to—It'll make sense later."
"Pansy what are you even on about?" Hermione asked, looking at her like she was having a fit.
"Don't worry about it, but if Draco asks you to come to his on Saturday for drinks with friends, say yes." She instructed and Hermione raised her eyebrows as she scampered away and into her floo.
Friday
Hermione's heels were a shining green that exposed most of her foot except her heel and toes, with ties that wove around her ankle. Paired with simple black trousers and a nice crisp white button up, she felt very comfortable and didn't even need to perform any cooling charms to relieve the ache in her feet. She had gotten used to the elevation and actually preferred it now.
Not only that but she loved the way her heels clicked on the marble floors of the Ministry. It was loud and echoed pleasantly across the halls. She could understand why Draco may fetishize the heels, they looked great and sounded appealing.
She sadly didn't see him for most of the day, as she was particularly busy, but right after the afternoon rush, there was a small timid knock on her door and her heart jumped.
"Come in." She said, already standing as she reread a report from a physical altercation between three aurors and two civilians.
Draco walked through, pausing when he saw her but then snapped out of his daze when she spoke.
"Hey. Need something?" She questioned, stopping her small circles. Draco waved some parchment in the air.
"Just dropping these off. They're the final edits that's going out to all directors."
"Brilliant, thank you." She smiled, walking over to grab the parchment and place it on her desk. While her back was turned to him, Draco pocketed his hands and watched her legs walk away from him.
"You up to anything this weekend?" He asked, eyes floating upwards as she turned around to lean against her desk.
Casually folding her arms around herself, Hermione loved her eyes upwards as if to think.
"Let's see, I'm planning on robbing Gringrotts tomorrow morning, I'm then heading to a remote Island to live lavishly until the day I die. Early retirement, I call it." She sarcastically said, her heart fluttering when he half smiled at her.
"Well push it back until Sunday. I'm having a get together tomorrow night. Seven o'clock." He told her and Hermione was insanely curious as to what he and Pansy discussed last night.
"I'll pencil it in. Who's attending?" She asked, wrapping her ankle around the other.
"My friends, your friends, our friends." He vaguely said and she rolled her eyes.
"Should I bring anything?" She politely questioned but he shook his head.
In a bold move, Draco decided to be caught and openly ogle her. His eyes brightened with mischief and he trailed them down her long legs, lingering on her shoes before flicking back up to her face. Her entire body froze under his gaze, the complete contrast to her blood warming in delight.
"Yourself will be more than enough." He replied then promptly left after seeing her mouth part in surprise.
Saturday
"Granger!? Where are you!?" Pansy shouted, setting down a massive box as Hermione was finishing up in the bathroom. When she exited and met Pansy in her living room, she was immediately greeted with a look of disgust.
"Oh gods, you're not wearing that are you?" She frowned. Hermione looked down at the outfit. Wearing blue jeans and a loose jumper that fell off her shoulder with some modest black heels, she thought she looked cute.
"What's wrong with it?" She asked insecurely and Pansy rolled her eyes.
"It doesn't scream; 'I want you to fuck me Draco Malfoy.'" She said and Hermione snorted.
"Well considering that friends are going to be around I'm not sure I want to convey that with an outfit." Hermione said, raising a brow.
"Keep the jumper on, put on that longer gray skirt, the one that falls just above your ankles with the slit up the leg." Pansy ordered and Hermione knew better than to argue. Even if she prided herself on being able to argue for hours, it was sometimes pointless with Pansy.
Heading back into her room to change, the raven haired girl continued shouting.
"Wear a nice set! He likes lace!"
"Merlin fucking help me." Hermione mumbled to herself but decided to change her undergarments anyways, just in case. "What shoes do I wear?"
Pansy came into her room with the box, a devilish smile on her face.
"These!" She said delightedly, taking off the box's lid to reveal thigh high, dragonhide leather boots.
Hermione's eyes widened, taking in the beautiful shoes from the scales all the way down to the pointed heel. But she frowned and opened her mouth to ask if these were a result of animal cruelty.
"The Hungarian Horntail dragon these were made from died fifty years ago. The dragon lived a very long life and was found dead in the wild from natural causes. My mother had bought the material long ago and I only discovered she had never fastened anything out of it, so, I took it, sent in my requests to a cobbler and Voila! The sexiest pair of thigh highs ever." Pansy explained knowing Granger would have a moral dilemma if she didn't know the non-violent history of where the boots came from.
Satisfied with the answer, Hermione ran her hand down a single boot, enjoying the scaly but slick texture.
"I'm lending these to you for one night and one night only. These are nearly priceless so, don't break a heel." Pansy said and Hermione lifted them out of the box.
"Oh my, they're beautiful Pans." Hermione said, zipping one up her leg.
"I know. Draco will have plenty of wet dreams about these in the days to come." She teased, eyes lighting up as Hermione inspected herself in the mirror, loving that you couldn't even see they were thigh highs until she walked and the slit opened up.
The girls smiled at each other, then proceeded to floo over to Malfoy's. They could hear chatter in his main room, someone that sounded like Theo was laughing. Pansy peered around the corner first, smiling at the scene.
"Oi dickheads! Party's here!" She said with a goofy smile and earned a round of cheers. Hermione walked in right beside her, seeing a majority of work friends with some of Draco's own. He was nowhere in sight though, and for whatever reason, it made her nervous.
Hermione said her hellos, hugging Theo and Daphne whom she hadn't seen in quite some time and asking quietly where the host was.
"He's in the kitchen, fixing Blaise and himself a drink." Daphne said while pouring her a hearty glass of wine. Hermione accepted it and sat down next to Daphne, crossing her leg over the other so essentially her entire boot clad thigh was out in the open for everyone to see.
"Ah, there's our lovely host." Pansy said and Hermione turned her head to watch Draco hold two glasses in his hand while walking into the room.
He smirked at Pansy then his eyes darted to her naturally since she was a new addition in the space, and when they took her in, Draco Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks and dropped both crystal glasses to the floor. They shattered instantly with a wild crashing noise, Blaise complaining right away while everyone else gasped.
"Gods, Malfoy."
"You okay, mate?"
"And you were a seeker?" Blaise scoffed.
Hermione's gaze fell to the ground, then slowly back up to Draco's pink face who was now looking at the mess on his feet.
Hermione pulled her wand from her boot and proceeded to repair the glass and vanish the spillage. Draco caught the glasses when she levitated them upwards, then immediately apologized before heading back into the kitchen.
"That was weird." Daphne commented and all the guests began making fun of Draco for dropping the drinks. Hermione caught Pansy's eye, who looked like she was shaking with joy. Mouthing a discreet 'I told you so,' She shook her head but couldn't fight off her own grin.
Daphne moved on the ground to sit in between Theo's legs who was now immediately sat next to Hermione. Draco walked back into the room, scowling at the people who still teased him about his butter fingers. He had to slightly reach across her line of vision to hand Blaise his drink, giving her the perfect view of a barely detectable redness on his neck.
He opted to stand while everyone else sat, quietly sipping his drink as the group of friends conversed. After about five minutes Pansy couldn't take his nervousness anymore.
"Draco darling, have a seat there's plenty room on the sofa." She gestured directly to the spot between Theo and Hermione. Her eyes glanced at his, seeing the brief flash of panic and vexation towards their conniving friend. His mouth twitched open but Theo invited him over as well.
"Yeah c'mon mate. Have a seat." He said patting the cushion and Draco's hand was forced, knowing if he hesitated any longer he would be called out for acting out of character.
So there he was, slowly walking to sit next to her, stiff as a board when his body sank into the sofa. The weight of him caused her body to sink in his direction. It was hard to adjust her body without accidentally touching him and when she uncrossed then recrossed her legs, she was leaning considerably towards him.
When Hermione had leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees, she didn't realize Draco had placed his arm over the back of the sofa. As she leaned back into a comfortable position, her head came in contact with his forearm. Startled at the contact, she turned to him at the same moment he turned to look at her.
"Oh, sorry." She said sitting up straighter so she wasn't resting on his arm.
"S'okay." He replied, holding her stare.
It could have been the intense look he was giving her or the warm buzz from her one glass of wine, but Hermione's shoulders relaxed and she leaned back. Averting her eyes from his penetrating one, she peeked up at the new shadow standing over her. Pansy was holding the wine bottle, something proud written across her face.
"Refill?" She asked and Hermione smiled a bit holding up her glass. When the pour was finished, Pansy leaned down a bit to speak only to her. "No more after this, yeah?"
Hermione, confused by the words and upset that Pansy was now trying to monitor her alcohol content, gave her a look as if to ask if she was serious. Pansy's eyes widened and glanced at Draco, silently trying to explain she shouldn't have anymore tonight if she wanted to get into bed with the snake. Squinting her eyes, Hermione slowly sipped her wine, trying to make it last.
The night carried on, card games were played, the beautiful charcuterie board Draco arranged was demolished and everyone felt happy and intoxicated. Theo and Blaise started asking everyone to go to the pubs, then began drunkenly chanting.
"Let's. Go. To the. Pubs. Let's go to the pubs! Let's. Go. To the. Pubs. Let's go to the pubs!"
Soon everyone was chanting, and Blaise pulled Hermione up by her hands, dancing her around in circles as he yelled.
Hermione laughed and moved to the door with everyone else to leave, but Pansy harshly grabbed her wrist and yanked her backwards.
"The bloody hell is wrong with you?" Pansy whispered as everyone else was still cheering and walking out the door.
"What? We're leaving." She said obviously but Pansy rolled her eyes.
"They're leaving. You're staying here to help Draco clean up. Got it?" Pansy said, tilting her head to the other side of the room at Draco still sitting on the couch but piling some plates and napkins together. "Gods, sometimes you really can be a clueless bimbo."
"Okay, rude." Hermione said but Pansy leaned in to kiss her cheek.
"Remember the contraceptive spell." She whispered in her ear then promptly dashed out the door with a loud bang. Draco looked up, eyes widening but going soft when he saw she was the only one left over. Inhaling deeply then offering him a timid smile, she took a step forward, her heels clicking.
"Massive gits for leaving you to clean alone." Hermione commented, placing her arms behind her back while her hands held onto her elbows.
Malfoy gave her a curious look, smirking a bit as he waved his wand and all the dirty plates and messes flew into the air, heading into his wastebasket and the sink. The chairs straightened themselves up, the sofa cushions and throw pillows fluffed themselves and the leftover food was neatly wrapped. Hermione watched the flutter of activity while Draco viewed her reaction, finding it very cute how her eyes widened and she bit her lip as if she suddenly remembered magic existed.
"Finished." He said with a shrug. "Would you like some water?"
"Sure, thank you." She said, then Draco proceeded to head into his kitchen, Hermione closely following behind him. The sound of her boots the only noise between the walls of his house. He pulled out two glasses, handing her one while getting a vase out from the refrigerator.
"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" He asked as he poured the water. With a careful sip and a quiet 'ah' she relished in the cool feeling of the liquid in her heated body.
"I did. Thank you for having us over. Did you want to go to the pubs?" She asked, a bit worried that Pansy read the situation wrong and she just should have left.
"No, I'm happy with staying in for the rest of the night."
It was too cryptic of an answer for her liking, so she took the response as a way of him telling her to kindly leave for the evening.
"I'm sorry for intruding. I'll—let me just—" She broke off, slamming the rest of her water down so she could hurry to the pubs and tell Pansy tonight was not in fact the night.
Draco began chuckling then reached to take the glass away from her mouth and place it on the counter. Hermione looked at their hands when they touched, his skin was equally as warm as she felt.
"I didn't mean that you had to leave." He said with a smirk, eyes darting downwards as she licked her lips clean of the water.
"Right." She quietly responded.
"I actually wanted to speak with you about something." He said and all alarms in Hermione's head went off at once. Draco had set his own glass down, and took a measured step closer to her. There was a heat in her belly that pulled her muscles taut with excitement at the current expression he wore but also with nervousness from the statement.
"About what?" She said, rubbing her hands over her thighs to rid them of the clamminess.
Draco was more in his element, in his own environment feeling relaxed around her. After his glass shattering snafu, he calmed down immensely. It was him remembering himself and the fact that he was more than capable of making her blush that pushed him to be bold right now.
"About what compelled you to put me through the most painful and excruciatingly longest week of my life." He spoke, an evil grin coming over his face as his eyes openly looked down her body. Of course they lingered on her shoes and Hermione made a noise in the back of her throat.
"I-I don't under—"
"Yes you do." His voice lowered, the gravel tone making her shudder that she felt rush through every part of her body. "Pansy told you."
There was really no point in denying it when he was looking at her like that, she wasn't even sure she could deny it if she wanted to. Biting her lip and looking up at him through her eyelashes, she felt a slow smirk take over her mouth.
"She mentioned something." She responded noncommittally.
Draco made a sound, a bit like a hum and a huff that formed from the base of his throat. Taking one last final step to place him inches away from her, he began running the back of his fingers down her cheek, observing it's red stain.
Hermione's eyes fluttered and her breathing grew unsteady. She had him fumbling over words, looking frantic and dropping things all week and now all that power was sucked away with one gentle touch. The knots in her stomach were twisting with delight and in the back of her mind she could hear Pansy cheering.
"Did she also mention that you never needed new clothes or high heels to catch my attention?" He softly asked and her eyes rounded at the information.
Ready to ask him what he meant or if he was being honest, Hermione parted her mouth as she inhaled but was then cut off when Draco leaned down to kiss her. The warmth of his lips caused an immediate relieved sigh to leave her. His hand cupped her jaw while the other snaked around her back and so she placed her palms on his chest.
No time was wasted before his tongue prodded her mouth for hers. Jaws were unhinged, mouths wide open for the other to explore and taste and the loud smacking of their lips colliding and breath mingling filled the quiet air.
She'd happily relinquish all power in her body to him if just to kiss for the rest of the night. It was powerful and promising, showing her that he could give her more and give her better with each second if that's what she wanted. His hand pulled her closer, the hold on her jaw slid upwards to her hair and the soft tug at her curls made her moan into his mouth.
Draco pulled away, eyes low as he took in her face.
"Shit." He mumbled before kissing her more fiercely than before.
Hermione's hands found his blonde locks, playing with the fringe while gently scratching his scalp. Her back began to arch and she started pulling him down, letting him hover over her while they both stood in the middle of his kitchen, snagging each other's faces off.
One of his hands went underneath her jumper and she shivered when skin met skin. With a heavy pant, she pulled up for air but Draco's lips couldn't leave any part of her untouched. He kissed her cheek, down her neck and sucked at the front.
"Mmm. Right there." She sighed when his teeth nibbled at the sensitive patch of skin. Draco repeated taking the flesh between his teeth and running his tongue over the harmed area a few times, only satisfied when her hips finally ground into his.
She pulled him back up to her lips, pushing her tongue immediately into his mouth while her fingers clumsily undid the buttons on his shirt. With an annoyed huff, Draco ripped the shirt open, a handful of buttons clattering to the ground but it was highly unimportant when his chest and abs were exposed to her. With his own greedy hands, he tugged her jumper up and threw it somewhere equally unimportant as his shirt.
His eyes lit up when he saw her breasts covered in the dainty lace that was a deep and sensual red. He groaned then proceeded to kiss her.
"How much," he smothered a kiss into her mouth, "have you had to drink tonight?"
Hermione was enjoying running her hands over his smooth and hot skin, unable to pull away even for a second. She wanted so much more.
"Just," she sighed when one hand began palming her breast through her bra, "two glasses of wine."
She could faintly remember Pansy telling her to not drink a lot tonight, perhaps she knew Draco wouldn't want to do anything if she had too much.
"Good." He said, fingers going to the zipper of her skirt. "Can I—oh gods."
Hermione let her hands wander until she found his erection and started palming him. She bit his lip, pulling it into her mouth to suck on it before releasing it.
"Yes, whatever you're about to ask, it's yes." She assured him feverishly, kissing over his neck, feeling his muscles contract when he breathed a laugh.
Draco stepped away, interlacing their hands and leading them to a room she assumed was going to be his bedroom. Her heart was thrumming loudly in her ears as she watched his back muscles contract. She couldn't wait to lick him all over.
The spacious room was hot with their touching and snogging. Hermione was sure her lips were bruised from how hard he was kissing her, but she couldn't care less, this was everything and it felt like she was living on a live wire.
Draco's fingers skimmed over her stomach to her side, finding the zipper of her skirt and began pulling it down. With their lips still attached, Hermione shucked the skirt off, standing lone in her thigh highs and lingerie set. Only when her hand undid his trouser button, did Draco finally open his eyes and take her in.
"Merlin's fucking tit." He said, holding her hips and pushing her back so he could stare at her long legs and thick thighs.
"What?" She asked, questioning his reaction.
His eyes widened, nearly hypnotized by her wearing the boots and only being in bra and knickers. The leather material stopped a few inches above her knee, squeezing the flesh like a snake suffocating it's victim. He gulped,, his hands running down her hips to stop in the middle of her thighs.
"You are the sexiest woman I've laid eyes on." He explained dazed, turning his head to the side of her body to catch a glimpse of her side profile.
She shyly smiled, the need to tease him growing overbearing.
"So Pansy was right?" She inquired, receiving a cunning smirk from him. Hands gripped her arse and roughly massaged the flesh. Hermione moaned at the sensation, her arms wrapping around his neck to steady herself.
"I do have a certain….preference." He admitted, his gaze dark. "You teasing me all week was bloody torture and these were just the cherry on top."
He leaned down to kiss her, capturing her quiet laugh.
"Should I take them off now?" She asked as he backed her into the bed to sit down.
"No!" He said a little too loudly. Hermione looked up at him curiously, tilting her head to the side as she straightened out. "No you should…leave them on."
One eyebrow shut upwards on her forehead as Draco pushed her shoulders back to lay on the bed and knelt before her. He slowly spread her legs, one hand trailing down her covered calf to feel the leather against his palm. Hermione raised to her elbows, intrigued by his own fascination.
Gray eyes flashed up to hers, a barely there smirk appeared as his hands moved to her hips and began peeling away her knickers. Hermione held her breath as she lifted her hips to help him remove the material, eyes never leaving each other. The cold air on her heated center made her shiver and she could feel how wet she truly was.
Draco's stare floated downwards, pleased to find her lips slick with arousal. Leaning forward, he enclosed his lips around her clit and dipped his tongue across her opening, satisfied when he heard the loud moan from above him.
"Ohh. Oh my god."
Hermione fell back on the bed, one hand sliding through his hair and he began to rhythmically eat her out. His tongue ravenously slid over her, his lips quickly covering any part of her exposed cunt. One of his hands took her leg and threw it over his shoulder, the heel of her boot pushed his middle back closer.
"Mm." Draaco moaned when he felt her use her heel to push him closer. Hermione jerked from the vibration, her skin forming with sweat as he continued to please her.
Inserting one finger and barely curling it up, Draco could tell she was close. Her legs shut around him, tensing with every thrust of his finger, the grasp in his hair pulled but he refused to tear his mouth away. Her scent was something so delicious and forbidden, his life was starved until this very moment.
Gyrating her hips to search for more friction, Hermione dug her head back as she prepared for her climax to hit, but it never came since Draco swiftly removed himself and rose to his feet.
"But—no." She whimpered sadly. Her leg fell down with a thump and she watched him shed the remaining half of his clothes with a smile that could start wars. Once out of his briefs, Hermione observed through heavy eyes as he pumped himself slowly over her.
Her eyes were trained on his fist moving up and down, the girth was astounding and there was an involuntary shudder that jolted her body. Draco smiled, bracing himself over her to quickly find her mouth. The residual scent of her on his lips invaded her tongue, she groaned then opened her mouth wider to taste more.
Standing back to his full height, Draco grabbed both her legs and lifted them to rest against his chest, feet barely coming around his neck. Her bum slightly hung in the air, due to his height. She didn't mind, the look of her leather clad legs hanging around his neck made her cunt flutter with excitement. That and that his jaw slowly sagged open as he ran his tip up and down her cunt.
"Fucking hell." He muttered before pushing in, his eyes tightening shut, Hermione releasing a long sigh as he stretched her out. "Gonna kill me."
The width of him was driving her mad, her hips immediately bucked forward to get him to move. Draco's eyes opened, watching her desperate face before falling over her and bracing himself with his hands. He readjusted her legs, her knees hanging over his back and a burn shooting up her hamstrings. Draco thrusted, internally grinning when her ankles locked around his head.
"Fuck, Granger. Your cunt is too bloody good." He groaned into her ear, making Hermione dig her head into the mattress. She scratched down his back, receiving a sharp hiss from him before he turned his face and forcefully kissed her.
Hermione cried into his mouth, his hips punishingly slow but so deep. Her cunt quivered, pulling him in so he was shallowing thrusting. She was a moaning mess, eyebrows pulled together as he kissed over her neck and chest.
"More Draco." She said, thighs shaking.
"Fuck yes. Say my name again." He demanded, snapping her bra off and standing back up to watch her tits bounce with each thrust.
Hermione fisted the sheets above her head, loving the feeling of his fingers dig into her hips.
"Dray—Draco! Yes, keep going." She cried, back arching higher and higher off the bed.
He looked down at the beauty before him, her mouth open yelling his name, tits bouncing, lips red and swollen, his cock driving in and out of her that was noticeably gleaming with her arousal. His head felt faint and he pulled out of her, legs weak as he laid next to her and grabbed her arms to take her with him.
"Wh—"
"I'm close to coming and I don't want to." He explained, hands on her bare waist as she shuffled on the bed.
"Oh, already?" She asked confused, but Draco huffed out a laugh and moved them towards the center of the bed, getting her to straddle him. Her naked and in those damn thigh highs while she watched him with an adorable expression could have made him come. He leaned up quickly to kiss her, holding her head in place as he slacked his jaw to feel more of her.
"Hermione, I'm shagging the girl I've fancied for the half year and she looks fucking fit in these leather boots. I'm living my wildest dreams." He said with a smirk, then leaned back down on the bed. Her stomach fluttered and soon her own smile appeared on her face.
Draco's hands moved to her thighs, pulling her body forward. She gave him a questioning look but his eyes were elsewhere, too focused on her center. With a quick look back up and Hermione's hands forced to brace his shoulders so she wouldn't fall off of him, Draco spoke.
"Ride my face?" He said and her breath instantly hitched. She hadn't done this before and he could instantly tell by her worried expression. Stroking her hips and massaging her arse, he softly reassured her. "I'll make it feel good, I promise."
Still uncertain, Hermione allowed him to push her back down so their lips could meet. He kissed her slow, tentatively, building it up so they were both gasping and grinding their hips on one another.
"Please." He slid his tongue into her mouth, finding hers and taking it for his own. "Please, I'll make you come, Hermione. Ride my face. Suffocate me."
She gasped at the words, her whole body shaking with pleasure at the promises. The hesitant climb upwards to his mouth was shadowed by his eager and waiting expression. His large hands wrapped around her thighs, eyes wide and starving. Before Hermione even lowered herself fully down, he craned his neck up to meet her half way and lick her excessively.
"Oh. Oh, gods." She cried, tilting her head back. His tongue moved over her clit, sucking and nibbling so her legs shook and her cries grew louder.
His hands suddenly moved off her legs and took hold off her forearms, pushing them upwards on her own chest until she realized what he wanted. Grabbing her breasts, she began to massage her flesh while pinching and pulling her nipples. Shockwaves of pleasure vibrated throughout her body, her cunt tightened.
"Come on Granger. Ride my face." He demanded pushing her hips forward for her opening slid over his face. Unsure if it's what he actually meant, she let him move her twice before she barely lifted her hips and then ground her center over his mouth.
Draco loudly moaned, his nails digging into her skin and she threw her head back to wail. His barely there stubble scratched her sensitive thighs and the way that she rolled her hips made her clit bump into his nose with every hit.
She reached down to grasp his hair, hips moving quickly and still groping her breast. Draco was struggling to breathe but the promise of her coming kept him going. He groaned when her legs tightened and he quickly slapped her arse in a moment of pure adrenaline.
"I—I'm uhhh, Draco!" She screamed, her body rolling in pleasure and her arse hot with the sting of his palm.
"That's it, fuck my tongue."
Draco's tongue never faltered when lapping up her wettness. She came hard, his arms locking to hold her still as she shook and withered. He continued small kitten licks that made her legs shake until she lifted off.
Crawling back beside him, her eyes rounded with embarrassment when she saw his chin, mouth and some of his nose wet with her orgasm. She laid on her back, watching as he shifted to his knees between her legs. With blooming cheeks, she couldn't meet his gaze.
"Sorry." She mumbled, watching in horror as he wiped his mouth clean.
"Granger, what are you sorry for? That was fucking hot." He told her, pushing one of her legs onto his hip as he realigned with her opening.
"I—It was so messy and—"
"Granger." He cut her off, leaning down to stroke her forehead with his thumb. His breath was heavy with her scent and she reluctantly thought it smelled good. "I loved it, did you not like it?"
His face was extremely serious and she could make out the worry in his eyes. She breathed before shyly admitting, "No it was…bloody fantastic."
Draco sighed with relief then leaned down to kiss her but stopped.
"Is it alright if I kiss you? Don't know how you feel of smelling—"
Hermione cut him off this time by yanking his neck down and fusing their mouths together. She hooked her other leg around his hip, heel digging into his bum and urging him forward.
He connected them, the moan he emitted into her mouth causing her to clench him until it was nearly impossible for him to move.
"Fucking hell." He painfully muttered as he sucked on her neck. His hips pistoled into hers, hitting her sensitive walls and filling her to satisfaction. It was intense, her body was still shaking from her orgasm and she could feel it building quickly as his cock rubbed her spot.
"So fit, so sexy. Gods Granger." He groaned when she moaned in his ear.
"Please, oh god yes please." She cried, egging Draco on.
"Fuck you wanna come again, huh, is that it Granger?" He asked, leaning on his knees to grab a handful of her hair.
"Mmm. Yes, yes!"
"Like my cock buried deep in your cunt?"
Her walls tightened as his cock grew thicker, his end right there with her. It only took a few more thrusts and words to get her to come for the second time.
"Yes. Dra—Draco!"
"Come on my cock. I know you want to."
Hermione yelled, her hips bucking wildly to meet his thrusts as her body was possessed by the rush of her orgasm. Draco followed during her high, holding her thighs and pounding as hard as he could into her until he spilled into her.
With a gasping breath, Draco fell on top of her, still buried deep inside with her legs wrapped around his hips. Hermione cradled his head into her neck, soothingly running her hands up and down his back as she tried to catch her breath and regain her strength.
"I meant what I said." He spoke first, his voice ragged and vibrating against her cheek. He pulled his body weight up, wanting to look at her. "You didn't need new clothes or heels to get my attention. You already had it for an exceptionally long time."
With a genuine smile, Hermione reached up to plant a long and sweet peck on his lips.
"Why didn't you say anything then?" She questioned while pushing back some of his damp hair.
"I'm sort of your subordinate Granger. I couldn't exactly act on my wishes without fear I'd be fired on the spot." He explained, pulling a hand out from under her to run his fingertips over her cheek.
"There's no rules about dating someone in the office." She said, confused.
"I know, but I was still unsure if I made a move, what you would have done. And I guess being your friend was better than nothing." He expressed, causing her stomach to turn like a school girl's would.
"So I gave my feet blisters for nothing?" She joked and felt the flutters in her stomach increase when he chuckled.
"No. Please for the love of Merlin continue wearing heels." He said, nuzzling his face back into her neck as he finally removed himself from her. Laying off to the side, Hermione thought it was adorable he wanted to be held by her and threw one leg over his hip to bring him closer.
"I will. I've gotten used to them now and definitely like the height advantage." She said, scratching over his scalp as he hummed tiredly.
"Just don't wear them everyday. I can't keep running into the bathroom two times a day for a wank just because I see you."
Hermione stilled and she took her chin off the top of his head to look at him amused.
"You did that?" She questioned disbelievingly.
"Yeah." He admitted while smiling into her chest, holding her tighter. "A few times this week. Hearing the heels is just as bad."
Hermione was shocked but couldn't suppress her grin.
"Huh. I owe Pansy ten galleons." She mumbled.
"What?" Draco asked, genuinely not hearing her, but she shook her head and kissed his forward.
"Oh nothing."
They continued cuddling until they both fell asleep, Draco wrapped in her embrace, Hermione with her dragonhide leather thigh high boots still on.
A/N: I'm so bad at writing short one shots lol so sorry. Happy Thursday! Hope you all enjoy this, thought it was a nice surprise for the weekend! Let me know what you think! ;)