Day 28: doing something ridiculous and roleplaying


"Didn't I tell you to get out of my office?" James asked loudly, squaring his shoulders and placing his hands on his hips. "Is this your first job as a PA? Hasn't anyone taught you that you need to listen to your boss or else you'll be fired?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but I needed to talk to you—" Hermione trailed off, and her eyes roved over his body.

James mentally squealed at her ogling him. Still, he cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest. Cocking an eyebrow at the brunette standing across from him, he demanded, "Well? What is it, Miss Granger? What do you want to talk about?"

Hermione stepped closer, closer, closer, her pencil skirt shifting over her thighs sensually until she was just an inch away from him. Her breasts brushed against the lower half of his chest, and James almost had a heart attack when her hard nipples poked at him.

Merlin, she wasn't even wearing a bra! That wasn't in the script. And had her tits always been that big?

James kept his face stoic as he stared down at her. He fisted his hands to keep them from grabbing her, and he asked, "Miss Granger, what do you think you're doing?"

Hermione placed her hand on his chest, a soft gentle touch that made his heart race, and he leaned in closer. She purred, "Is that a scale ruler in your pocket, Mr Architect, or are you just happy to see me?"

James smirked. "This is heading into an entirely inappropriate territory, Miss Granger. Don't forget that you're my assistant—"

"An assistant who just wishes to assist you, sir," Hermione cooed, batting her lashes at him. Amusement gleamed in her eyes before she composed herself and murmured, "You don't know the feelings you've built up in me, Mr Potter."

James grinned and placed his hands on her waist, bringing her closer. "An architecture pun. I like that."

"I knew you would," Hermione said, running her hand down his chest to his abdomen. She licked her lips and whispered, "Will you let me make it up to you, sir?"

James smirked and let go of her. "Get down on your knees for me."

Hermione hesitated before shaking her head, her curls flying about her face. "Sorry, sir, but my throat is sore. Would you be so kind as to allow me to use my hands on you instead?"

James' protective instincts rose. Her throat was sore? Why didn't she tell him that earlier? Did she go to the Healer yet? He had half a mind to come out of character, but then, Hermione slipped her hand through the waistband of his formal trousers and cupped him through his pants.

"Wow, sir, you've been hiding this"–Hermione gave his cock a good squeeze–"eighth wonder of the world in your pants."

And then, she burst into peals of laughter, pulling her hand out of his trousers. She dropped her head into her hands and kept on cackling. "I-I can't! James, that—oh, Merlin, eighth wonder of the world!"

James groaned and swatted her shoulder. He whined, "Hermione, stop laughing! Stick to my script!"

Hermione shook her head and peered at him through the gaps between her fingers. Tears of mirth streamed down her face as she choked out, "A writer you're not, James. Creative, yes, but Merlin's beard—the eighth wonder of the world? Really, James? Really?"

"I thought it was a good simile," James mumbled, wrapping his arms around her waist and bringing her closer. She placed her head on his chest, her body vibrating with barely suppressed laughter. James pinched her side and made her squeal. "Don't say you don't love my cock."

"I do, James, but it's not the eighth wonder of the world," she teased, standing up on her tiptoes to kiss his jaw.

"I'll show you just how wonderful it is," he grumbled and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her over to the desk in the corner. He deposited her on the tabletop and grabbed her knees before forcing them apart.

Hermione laughed and leaned back on her elbows, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "We'll see, Mr Architect."

James set out to prove himself right.