By 4:45pm on a Friday the office was nearly empty already. Most wizards had already gone home for the weekend, but not Draco. And not Granger.
He knocked on the minister's office door and was promptly greeted by Granger. She ushered him in and sat him down in one of two overly plush guest seats.
"So, you think you'd be a good assistant for me?"
He nodded tensely, "I do."
"And you're good with muggles?"
"I am."
Granger paused her questioning, obviously thinking about something.
"Are you ok?"
"Yea, just...thinking...Malfoy could you come around here for a second. I want to check something."
"Umm...sure." He stood awkwardly and care around her desk.
"Can you kneel?"
He smirked down at her, "did this for all your interviews?"
"I just...have a hunch. And I want to check something."
He obliged. She scrunched up her nose in concentration.
"You're too tall." Granger pulled her wand and out of skirt pocket to cast a spell he was unfamiliar with. Something to raise the height of her desk. That's when Draco saw a flash of pink that he was sure she'd done on purpose. Granger wasn't wearing knickers!
The realization washed over him slowly. Granger's hunch. #919's hunch. Her little secretary interview on the phone the other night. Bloody hell. Granger was #919!
Had he been catching feelings for Granger this whole time? Prudish, sensible, practical Granger?
And Hadn't he said something about catching her without knickers. They had a fantasy for this! And a fantasy for him eating her out under her desk! Merlin's balls it all made sense.
But what was the fantasy for finding her knickers? The blackmail fantasy? Did she want that right now? Did he?
As if his hands had a mind of their own he found himself guiding Granger's knees apart and edging her skirt up her thighs. Just to make sure he'd really seen what he thought he saw. But she wasn't stopping him...
"Granger..." Nope. He'd definitely seen it.
Her hands tentatively went for his hair, and when he didn't stop her she ran her fingers through it, shoving handfuls out of his eyes.
"Is this part of my interview?" Draco tried to tease but he thought the question sounded too sincere.
When she laughed he wanted to kick himself for not recognizing it sooner. That laugh. The same fucking laugh.
"I'm already hiring you, you bloody idiot! This is just a bit of fun." Her features shifted into a look of concern and she quickly pushed Draco back and readjusted her skirt. "I mean, unless you don't want to! You obviously don't have to if you don't want to." She tried to pull Draco to standing but he remained rooted to the spot on the floor. She continued anyway. "I'd never force you to perform like that for the job and discussing a fantasy over the phone is a lot different from acting it out. I'm sorry! I'll owl the finalizing paperwork to you over the weekend. God I'm an idiot I'm so sorry!"
When Draco finally found his tongue, he didn't plan on using it to speak.
"Granger..." he tried again, pushing her skirt back up her thighs, "If I recall, I said that if I were your assistant I'd make you cum from under your desk every morning, right?"
Granger nodded, her eyes widening as Draco inched his way under her desk.
"You should see if I'm good at the job."
•••
Draco never thought he'd see the day Hermione Granger was speechless. Of course, speechless didn't mean quiet.
She moaned and squeaked. When she arched toward him the bloody old chair creaked.
"Oh god...Malfoy..."
Was he going to hear that every morning?
Merlin, he could get used to that.
He stroked his thumb over her clit in quick circles. "Are you going to cum for me, Granger?" And she did. "Good girl."
Draco's head was still reeling. Every morning? Was he dreaming.
"Do you remember what you said you'd do when I was done with your tongue?"
Good godric he did. "Where do you want me, Granger?"
She repositioned herself, propped on the edge of her desk. Her desk... Draco looked at it carefully for the first time.
"You cleared your desk?"
She nodded. "It took me all day."
"But, you had interviews today?"
She laughed. "I had one interview today."
"You knew!"
"Not at first, but I had a hunch."
"When did you know for sure?"
"You don't silence your office at night. These doors aren't soundproof."
"You should have been in Slytherin!"
Granger pulled him into a kiss to signal that the time for talking was over.
Draco undid his trousers and they made an ugly clank when his belt hit the floor. They both winced then laughed. Draco looked down at Granger, her cheeks flushed and her hair frizzing. Her clothes rumpled and bunched up.
"You look beautiful."
Granger's mouth fell open in a silent O as Draco pushed into her. "Good?"
She nodded.
"Good girl."
He pressed into her slowly and started testing what she liked.
He tried to run a hand through her hair but it caught in a tangle and she winced.
"No."
"Sorry." He moved his hand down to her face and pressed it against her cheek. "Good?"
"Good."
He pressed his thumb against her lips and she opened her mouth for him, running her tongue over the top of his thumb.
"Good girl."
"Draco..."
His hips faltered from their steady rhythm. Good godric she'd never called him by his name before, and she decided to do it now? While he was inside her?
"Granger?"
"Move faster! Please!"
He slide his hand to her throat. "Faster?"
"Please!"
The moan that escaped Granger's mouth might've been the sexiest thing he'd ever heard. He was still reeling from the fact that he'd heard it before. He'd heard it nearly every night, but not like this. The phone could never feel like this.
"Draco!"
"Are you going to cum for me?"
He could tell she was nodding from the way her hair bounced, but he was already focusing on repositioning his hands so he could rub her clit.
The sound of his name in a moan and the way she squeezed around his cock nearly made him cum with her, nearly.
"Good girl. Can you cum again for me?"
"Yes."
He wasn't sure if his own grunts and moans were sexy. He hoped so. Or at the very least he hoped Granger wasn't bothered.
She grabbed his shoulders and squeezed hard enough to bruise.
"I'm close, love. I want to feel you cum one more time."
She nodded.
"Cum for me, Hermione."
Her eyes went wide at the sound of her name, and she came for him. She mumbled a chant of "oh god oh god" while Draco came inside her.
After they lay panting on the desk, still entwined and neither wanting to let go.
•••
Hermione removed her knickers from one of her drawers and shimmied them back on under her skirt.
"Will you want my cock or my tongue on Monday?"
Hermione laughed. "Both."
Draco reach for the doorknob, about to leave. How had he gone one step up in prostitution? From being paid for phone sex to being paid for actual sex. And why had he let it happen?
"I'll see you Monday, then?"
Hermione frowned. "What about your fantasy?"
"My fantasy?"
"To get shit-faced drunk at a fancy restaurant and shag until we fall asleep."
Draco just stared at her blankly.
"I can't afford a very nice restaurant unless I ask Harry for the money from his vault. Not that he wouldn't give it! But I'd rather not involve the Weasley's in...whatever this is."
"You want to take me on a date?"
"I know a pub two blocks from here that has really great burgers. And it's not gonna be Ogden's but they have cheap whiskey that'll get you drunk."
"You know typically when you go on a date you fuck after dinner," Draco teased.
"Hmm, well typically when you fuck your boss for a promotion, it's not one you already got."
He laughed. And when his phone rang he declined the call. He was quitting his night job.
He had a good feeling that making Hermione happy would be more than 9-5.