A/N: Raise your hand if you thought it was Draco sitting in that waiting room. Sorry not sorry, the build up is half the fun (for me at least). And I'm mean, but really, that would have been too easy. I already have him finding out outlined and I promise, it's worth the wait and the suspense. Made myself tear up a few times.

I had groceries delivered this morning, you know what that means? No, but I'll tell you. It means that my sons have been non stop eating oranges, resulting in my hands (and now computer) smell like oranges.

Anyway, going to sprinkle a little smut to deserve that 'M' rating. Happy one month birthday to this story!

Chapter 12, The Borgin Case

Walking into work that morning, Hermione finally felt content. Yesterday's appointment couldn't have gone any better. She'd learned so much from the healer, and felt confident that there weren't any pressing concerns with Aurora being a veela. She would be able to live a relatively normal life and have happy and healthy relationships. She would just have to learn how to control her veela abilities the older she grew, and that was something that would just come with time and working with her healer.

Another appointment was set for the end of October, and by then Hermione knew that Draco would know about Aurora and would be able to come. They could add all of his family history into Aurora's medical records, something that she'd never been able to do before. With a renewed optimism, Hermione had spent the night finishing up all her talking points for Draco. It was a well laid out plan, and she was confident they'd be able to co-parent together.

After telling Theo and seeing how upset he'd been, Hermione had concluded that she would have to sit and take whatever anger Draco was going to throw at her. She couldn't get upset with him, no matter the venom he threw at her.

Absentmindedly, Hermione couldn't help but think about what which of Draco's parents he would have inherited his veela genes from to pass to Aurora. As Healer Ella had mentioned, that not every child born in a family would inherit it. For example, Narcissa could have the veela gene while neither of her sisters have it. That would explain why Narcissa looked so different from her sisters, but then again, the Malfoy line just looked like they were part veela. It was definitely something that Hermione would eventually have to ask Draco. Anyway, veela genetics were all very confusing and Hermione was more than satisfied with her curiosity as to how Aurora would have become a veela.

Digging through her tote, Hermione pulled out her lip balm as she stepped onto the lift in the atrium, prepared to head to the DMLE. Her and Draco had a time scheduled this afternoon for them to go over everything that she had found out with the ledger and to hopefully finish cracking it together.

She was brimming with excitement at the prospects of getting this last piece of the puzzle completed. This was bigger than just this one case, and the implications would be far reaching with other cases going on in the Aurora department. Handing this bit of evidence over to Seamus Finnigan and Sasha Boot, who were leading the investigation into this whole crime ring, would bring down more dangerous witches and wizards.

"HOLD THE DOOR!" The call made Hermione's head snap up looking to see her favorite raven-haired friend running towards her. "MIONE! HOLD THE LIFT!" He called out again making Hermione laugh as she put her hand on the sliding doors to stop them and wait for Harry to join her.

"Thanks for that, hey, you okay? I didn't really get to see you yesterday, you know, well after everything Tuesday. Oh, and Aurora had her appointment yesterday too! The healer, were they any good?" Harry was struggling with making his sentence, taking pity on him, Hermione put a hand on his arm to stop the rambling.

"Aurora is perfectly fine, but it's a lot so I'll have to go over that with you later. I'm fine, really. I know Theodore has some very, well, strong and protective opinions about Draco. I really should have told you both sooner about him being her father. Do you forgive me?" Hermione asked keeping her hand on his arm, rubbing soothing circles with her thumb.

Rubbing his free hand through his hair, Harry looked up as he gathered his thoughts and let out a heavy sigh. "Alright, we can grab lunch and you can tell me about yesterday. You know though, Theo's rights, you should have told us about Lucius threatening you to stay away from Malfoy. Not that we could do much with how deep he has the entire Wizengamot in his pockets, so I understand your reasonings on some level for not saying anything. Misguided, by the way, because honestly, I don't know how you thought you'd keep a who person a secret forever. By the way, I am upset with you for lying to me about all this. But, I know how mad Malfoy is going to be once you tell him, and he'll be justified in his reaction, but I don't want you going through that alone." Harry was only stating the truth, looking back, she should have still found a way to tell Draco.

"Gods, you really slept with Pansy and Malfoy." Hermione looked up into Harry's eyes and shook her head. "I do have a question though."

Hermione raised an eyebrow to tell him to go ahead, really hopeful that this would be the last of the harsh judgment from Harry.

"Are her tits real? There's no way they're real, they're just too perky." Hermione couldn't stop the look of shock, closely followed by the laugh that rang out in the lift.

"No, Harry, they most certainly are not real."

"I knew it, Theo owes me ten gallons."

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Hermione had her head bent over all the reports that she'd missed from the prior day, knowing that there was no way she could put them off until tomorrow morning. There were multiple sightings of possible underground black-market trading centers that, of course, had to be entered using a freaking string of runes and depending on how you entered them would determine what type of trade market you ended up in.

Runes weren't the only thing that Hermione dealt with at work, she had such a wide area of expertise that she was often called upon into meetings that normally wouldn't fall to her official job title. She didn't mind though; the work kept her busy and her mind stimulated. School, researching, and work had always been her strong suits and the areas that she excelled at in life.

Hermione also had a background in magical creatures, that was often called upon for help in cases. It was nice to be able to dip her toe in that field again, as that had been her first passion. Fresh out of Hogwarts, Hermione had entered the ministry working for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures (DRCMC), where she had worked directly on different laws to help numerous magical creatures and researching to further education and understanding for the world. The law that she had been most proud of being a part of was the Remus Lupin Law. That law had made wolfsbane to be regulated and offered to all werewolves free of charge. Along with that, anti-discrimination policies in the workplace were put in place, where their condition couldn't affect their ability to have gainful employment or be held against them for taking time off due to the full moon.

At that time in her life, Hermione had been working on her runes' masters and had her lack luster relationship with Ron. She had figured that she would climb the ladder at the ministry until she was able to run for minister of magic, get married, have a few kids, buy a house. Just live out the dream that everyone expected from her.

Once she'd finished her runes mastery, MACUSA had contacted her and that had cut Ron right out of the picture, because no way she was going to pass up the opportunity of a lifetime. Then finding out she was pregnant with Aurora altered the course of her life forever. The dreams of ever becoming the minister of magic went right up in flames. It wouldn't matter that she had an established career and was well educated when her child was born. Being a single mother in the wizarding world was a giant red mark right across any other credentials, so becoming head of the DMLE was where Hemione now had set her sights.

What were we talking about before that tangent? Oh, right, work.

Fuck, this black market looked like it could possibly be where Borgin was getting some of his new products. Interesting, very interesting. Illegal dragon eggs trade, a pride of chimeras, hold on, a fucking kraken? Who the fuck, would want to own a kraken!? Hermione pulled out a red post it note and wrote out a short note to Seamus and Sasha and then highlighted what she wanted them to pay attention to.

Tapping the parchment with her wand, it snapped into a paper airplane and zipped out of her office for Seamus and Sasha to be able to look over. Hermione grabbed her planner and wrote in a time tomorrow to meet with them and discuss that and whatever else she came across that would directly pertain to their case.

A knock at the door brought her attention away from the next report she was reading and she smiled seeing Rachel standing before her holding a finger to her lips. Looking around, Rachel pulled a bottle of champagne and two flutes from the tote she had resting on her forearm and slid inside the office, kicking it shut behind her.

"Just one glass each and then I have to get ready for court. Zacharias Smith took the plea, he has six months in Azkaban, probably will be less with good behavior, followed by three years probation and a mountain of fines. You single handedly saved me from an eternity in the courtroom, so we have to celebrate really fast." Rachel had already poured two generous glasses of bubbly and handed one to Hermione.

Raising their glasses, the two women burst into fits of laughter and took a sip. Rachel told Hermione all about the negotiations and how flabbergasted Smith and his solicitor had been when she'd dropped all of Hermione's notes on the table in front of them. They had gone from red face and arguing his innocence through their teeth to pale and subdued in a matter of seconds.

Smith hadn't even been too disappointed at the prospect of having to go to Azkaban now that the dementors were no longer there. Rachel swore up and down that she thought she'd heard him mutter that it would be like a vacation away from his crazy wife. This threw the two women into even more fits of giggles as they helped themselves to a second and third glass of champagne. They were celebrating after all, no harm.

Hermione, obviously wasn't telling Rachel, that in addition to celebrating the outcome of the Smith case, she was also having her own internal celebration over Aurora's appointment yesterday. Aurora was a veela and would be living a perfectly normal life. Sure, she'd be a little more powerful, but overall, she would just be a witch who could do wandless magic and would eventually be able to transform.

Okay, it would be a little more complicated than that, but hey. There was nothing dark looming in their future because of her being a veela. She just needed to tell Draco about Aurora and then, they'd be in business. Nothing could bring Hermione from this joyous state she found herself in right now sitting, having a drink and laughs with her newest friend.

Theo being mad at her, eh, screw him. She knew what she was doing. She had a plan to tell Draco about Aurora. It was settled and ready to go for Monday afternoon. She wasn't asking him to keep anything a secret for longer than a few days. It's not like Draco was just going to walk up to him and ask if he had a child. So, going with that logic, Theodore wasn't technically lying to his friend. He was just omitting the information.

It was after they had poured the rest of the bottle of champagne into their glasses when another knock came at her door and Hermione couldn't help herself but to smile at Draco walking in with an eyebrow raise.

"Granger, Brooks, day drinking at work I see." His condescending tone couldn't even dampen Hermione's spirits.

"Drake! Join us, we're celebrating!" Rachel cried out at him, skipping over and handing her partially empty glass in his hand. Hermione could feel the flush in her face from the alcohol and the sight of him, but it didn't matter. The man looked like a God and kissed like the devil, surly there had to be some sort of criminal charges that should be brought against him for it.

"Brook, you have to be in front of the Wizengamot in…" He glanced down at the watch on his right wrist (that's right, he's left-handed) "Fifteen minutes, how about you grab a potion to sober yourself up on the way. Wouldn't want to appear in front of them, as you are."

Hermione looked over at Rachel, who thrown her head back and let out a loud sigh. "Yes, Dad. Gods know I need to be at least a little inebriated anytime I'm close to Tiberius fucking McLaggen." Turning to look at Hermione she loudly whispered "I bet he's just as awful as his nephew in bed." Hermione threw her hand over her mouth to muffle the laugh escaping her throat.

"Please, remind me why I tolerate your exasperating personality?" Draco said rubbing his forehead as Rachel danced past him, leaving a kiss on his cheek as she went.

"Because I'm the little sister that you never knew you needed until you met me. Toodles!" And with that, Rachel was off to go bully Tiberius McLaggen and the rest of the Wizengamot.

The sounds of her singing I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys faded into the distance, forcing all of Draco's attention fell on her now. Hermione instantly felt a bit awkward and looked down at her feet, thinking it probably wasn't her greatest idea to split a bottle of champagne at work before a meeting.

"So, you and Rachel are close. She told me you were her mentor when she first moved here, that's, nice." Hermione's eyes stayed glued to her feet as she kicked the stained carpet of her office floor.

"Yes, well, she's as irritating as she is brilliant. Reminded me very much of another muggleborn witch I know, so when she asked if I would be her mentor, I couldn't say no. Now, have you gotten any further with the Borgin case? With trial starting next week, I need to have everything ready before tomorrow so I can see if we can get him to talk and give up any of his suppliers." She heard Draco moved over to her desk where all her discarded work was still laid out. Most of it having to do directly with the Borgin case, and what wasn't directly linked, what she suspected he was involved with.

"Well, it's more complex and ingenious than I would suspect Borgin to be able to come up with on his own, but I've just about got it sorted out." Hermione showed Draco all she'd learned about the ledger and then they got straight to work.

They mostly worked in silence with their heads bent over their own parchment, occasionally bumping heads when they both would do something with the ledger. After a good hour of hard work, Hermione pulled out her wand to test a theory. She poked the tip of her wand into the binding of the ledger and then slid it down, yanking her wand up with a little flourish. Just like magic (pun intended) the ledger filled with orders, customer contact information, dates, amounts, and shipping information, all it English. Everything thing they would need, it was all there.

"Holy mother of Morgana." Draco murmured with wide eyes reaching out to the book and pulling it towards himself. Flipping through the pages, there were no longer any traces of runes, Latin, or Ancient Greek to be found at all. Hermione had cracked all the enchantments that had been placed on it so that anyone could read it.

"And that my dear, is why they call me the brightest witch of our age." Hermione said with a grin split across her face, clasping her hands in front of her on her desk.

Draco's gaze lifted from the ledger, and his molten eyes met hers. And just like that, he was out of his chair and around her desk, crashing his lips to hers. It had to be the lingering affects of the champagne, but Hermione was out of her own seat, hands wrapped around his neck pulling him in closer to her, deepening the kiss.

The desperation was as if they had been starved. His tongue darted out, running over her lips asking for permission that she happily granted. One of Draco's hands cupped her cheek while the other ran down her body, until it was resting on her waist.

Hermione couldn't keep her hands just in the hair at the nape of his neck, she had to touch him. Feel him. She brought them around so that she was running her nails over his chest. Godric, was the man fit. Draco's mouth left hers and began to work his way over her jaw and down her neck.

Fuck, she wanted him. She wanted him to take her right here on her desk.

His lips had reached the little bit of collar bone that was visible above her boat neck line of her shirt, Hermione let a moan slip from her lip now both his hands were on her hips. She'd begun to fumble with the buttons of his dress shirt, determined that she was going to touch his bare skin.

Draco pulled away with heavy breaths as she finished with the final button. Pushing the shirt open, his entire chest exposed and just as perfect as she imagined it would be. Faded scars and his lean muscles defined all exposed for her viewing pleasure. His stomach perfectly hard, and with that damn tapered vee at his waist, she was screwed.

"Fucking hell, Draco." Hermione panted before she jumped on him, locking her lips back to his.

Draco, equally enthusiastic grabbed her arse and easily lifted her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling the pencil skirt she was wearing up her thighs so that her knickers were pressed directly against his bulging crotch.

He easily carried her until her bum bumped against the edge of her desk and set her down. One of his hands made quick work going under her shirt and up past her ribs until it was cupping the soft flesh of her lace covered breast. His fingers reached up and grabbed her pebbled nipple between them and rolled it. Hermione let out another moan, but Draco silenced her with another kiss.

"Your office isn't silenced, so you're going to have to be quiet." He said against her lips and then began kissing his way back down her body, continuing the agonizing play with her nipple.

"Fuck, Draco silence the room. I don't think I can do it." Hermione was panting as she realized where his intended destination was.

"No, I don't think I will." Draco stopped his trail of kisses and looked back up to her. "I think you'll just have to be quiet."

Hermione bit hard down on her lower lip as Draco reached the hem of her skirt, pushing it up even further until her damp kickers were fully visible to him. "Hm, Granger, is this all for me?" He asked as he slipped one finger inside her.

Hermione let out a gasp as he pulled his dampened finger back out of her and ran it up her slit over her clit. Removing his other hand from her shirt, Draco dropped down to his knees and pushed her knickers to the side.

"I think, being the brightest witch of the age, deserves a reward. Don't you, Hermione?" Hermione was powerless to speak and only desperately nodded her head in response.

And then his tongue was inside her. Hermione's head dropped back as she bit down on her lip to keep the throaty moan from coming out. Of course, he has a tongue of gold too, why wouldn't he? His mouth continued it's agonizingly blissful torture over her cunt and moved up to her throbbing clit, where he used licked and sucked. All the while using first one finger and then two to pump inside her, making her squirm and shake on her desk. His fingers curved so that they were directly hitting her g-spot, making her thighs clench around his head, firmly keeping him in place.

"Gods, Draco, I'm going to cum." Hermione whined in a desperate whisper, trying her best to not scream out. This only made Draco double his efforts, pumping even faster inside her. Once he pushed down on her clit with his tongue, Hermione felt herself crash over the edge.

With desperate sobs, Hermione felt the waves of her orgasm roll over her. Her thighs shaking, but secured tightly around his head, holding Draco in place. Draco, of course didn't protest, and she could feel him lapping up every ounce that was dripping out of her.

Climax subsided, Hermione was left boneless and laid out on her desk top as she panted trying to catch her breath. Eyes closed, she felt Draco remove himself from between her legs and heard him chuckling to himself.

Peaking one eye open, she saw that Draco had already righted his shirt and looked perfectly put together again. With that perfect smirk on his face, he reached one hand out to help her into a sitting position. "Thanks for the help with my case, Granger."

Sliding off her desk and righting her skirt Hermione replied, "anytime."

Another soft chuckle and Draco walked out of her office, leaving her to right her clothing. No sooner had he gone when Kenneth appeared in her doorway letting her know that Seamus and Sasha would be round in about ten minutes to meet with her.

Hermione could only shake her head. Ten minutes, yeah that should be enough time to get her head back on straight.

A/N: FUNNY STORY.

So, for my internship I chose to work in adult probation (CJS major, talk about a degree that will never be used). I had a guy on my case load who had a mean as hell gf. He got in trouble for something and had to get thrown in jail for the weekend. When we were sitting with him in front of the judge the following Monday, judge asks 'do you have anything to say for yourself' or something along those lines. I wasn't really paying attention at that particular moment. My guy, however brought me right back into the court room because he dead ass said to this judge. 'It was the best vacation getting away from *girl's name*. Maybe you could send me back.'

He got another weekend.