A/N: So this is another twitter prompt gone wild. The original prompt was "you're blushing" and was only the first scene.. and then I got carried away and this happened. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR.
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"I don't believe this! That bloody bastard!"
Hermione burst into the small office, face flushed with anger, her brown curls dancing wildly around her shoulders. She was holding a mostly empty coffee cup, the insides of which had seemingly been spilled all over her chest, and had turned her pristine, forget-me-not blue blouse into an unappealing greyish-brown mess.
"Malfoy. Nott" she gave the two men a curt nod, walked over to the desk and placed the half-empty coffee cup down with so much force, that she nearly spilled the remainders of her soy latte all over Draco's copy of the Daily Prophet. "I need to use your office for a minute."
"Granger, what are you.." Draco began, his eyes widening as she started to undo the buttons of her blouse.
"It was that idiot McLaggen!" she burst out angrily. "Bumped straight into me and made me spill coffee all over myself. He knew I was heading to the Minister's office for a meeting. Now I'm going to be late and it's all his fault." she seethed.
"So, you've come to our office to... ?" Theo cast her a questioning look.
"Well, I don't have time to go all the way back to my office and get changed, do I?" Hermione explained angrily. "I just need somewhere private to get cleaned up a little."
The two men stared at her as she resumed the unbuttoning of her blouse and Draco felt a rush of heat course through his body when she revealed a navy-blue bra underneath. The delicate, dark lace was hugging the soft curves of her breasts perfectly. His heart quickened and he swallowed hard, forcing himself to avert his gaze to the newspaper in front of him.
"Uhm.. not that I'm complaining - " Theo said huskily, his eyes raking over Hermione's barely covered front."- but you do know that Tracy's office is straight across the hall, don't you? You could have cleaned up there."
"I tried! Door's locked." Hermione retorted. "And anyway, you do realise that Tracy is into women, right? So, the risk is the same. Who's to say things couldn't...escalate if I undressed in front of her?"
"Escalate?" Theo gulped. "Merlin, Granger, I'd actually pay money to watch that, you know?" He licked his lips hungrily, a mirthful grin spreading on his face.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him as she shrugged her blouse off her shoulders and pulled her wand out. Her eyebrows furrowed with concentration as she began to charm the soggy fabric back to its original immaculate soft blue.
Draco had been staring intently at his neatly folded hands for the past few minutes, only half listening to the absurd conversation between his friend and the curly haired, currently half-naked, witch.
He was trying desperately to keep his eyes off her and focus on anything but the growing desire in his lower abdomen. Feeling the sudden need to adjust his position, he shifted carefully in his chair, when he felt Theo nudging his shoulder lightly.
"Mate, you're blushing like a little schoolgirl" his friend murmured, an amused sparkle in his piercing green eyes. His voice was barely audible, but his impish expression spoke volumes.
"No, I'm not." Draco hissed back, painfully aware of the sudden heat that had spread in his cheeks.
"Fucking are!" Theo retorted, an evil grin spreading on his handsome features. "Your face is about the same shade as Weasley's hair right now." He snickered with glee.
"I'm Draco Malfoy!" Draco whispered sharply. "Malfoys don't blush."
The need to look at the brunette, who was still cleaning her blouse grew stronger and he could feel his resolve crumble by the second. It was worrying. He didn't know how he'd react if he allowed himself to look at her breathtakingly stunning body, -the very body he'd been pining for for months. He might lose control all together and do something incredibly stupid.
"Well, it wouldn't be the first time you break your family's traditions, would it?" Theo mused, casting his friend a knowing smirk.
"Just shut up and tell me when it's safe to look again" Draco growled under his breath.
The minutes felt like hours until Hermione finally deemed the result of her cleaning charm satisfactory and began putting her blouse back on. Doing up the last two buttons she approached the desk, grabbed what was left of her coffee with one hand and attempted to pad down her wild, curly mane with the other.
"Right. I have to go. Thanks, boys." she said with a sickly sweet smile, before she turned around and dashed out of the small office.
The second the door swung shut behind her, Draco visibly deflated in his chair. "Fucking hell..." he muttered, dragging his hand across his face as he let out a deep, frustrated groan. "I'm in deep..."
"Wow." Theo breathed "I have to say those were some fantastic tits." His gaze was still fixed on the door, where Hermione had been mere seconds ago.
Draco gave his friend a hard shove in the shoulder. He could feel anger bubbling in his chest at his friend's words, so blatantly objectifying the witch of his desires. "Show some respect, will you?" He spat at the brown-haired wizard.
"Hey, I'm only saying she's hot and other wizards will be interested. You better get in there before someone else does." Theo shrugged. "Once your face returns to its usual colour I mean." he added teasingly, earning himself another punch in the shoulder.
Draco glared at him for a moment, then his expression turned to one of fierce determination. "Oh, trust me." He declared resolutely "I will."
- five weeks later -
Draco pushed her carefully towards the door behind her. His hands firmly planted on her waist, lips tracing kisses down her jaw and neck, gently nibbling on her deliciously silky skin.
It had been five weeks since the incident at the office. Five torturous weeks of pursuing her, of running after her down Ministry corridors.
He had flirted unapologetically, tried all the tactics, had gone through endless discussions with her and, at his lowest point, nearly begged her to let him take her out.
All the while Hermione had remained stubborn, telling him that she never dated colleagues. Not after a disastrous date with Dean Thomas from the DMLE, which resulted in a lot of discomfort and awkward energy at her workplace, seeing as Hermione felt it would be best to remain friends, and Dean heartily disagreed. Their professional relationship had never quite recovered after that.
"It won't be like that with me" Draco had promised. "One date, Granger. That's all. If you don't enjoy it, I promise I'll back off."
It had been that very promise that had made her agree. One date to get him off her back.
What she hadn't expected was that she actually really enjoyed it.
Tonight had been their third date and Draco could feel that the pages had turned. She had been less rigid, more relaxed, even flirted back a little bit. So, when the time came to drop her off at her flat, he had gathered all his courage and leaned in for a kiss.
He was gentle at first, carefully testing the waters, but when Hermione didn't push him away, he became bolder and deepened the kiss, which quickly turned into full on snogging.
They had been making out for at least ten minutes and Draco was losing all his resolve to be a gentleman. The sweet, flowery scent of her hair was intoxicating, and he needed more. He wanted to consume her entirely.
Her back hit the door to her flat and she let out a little moan as Draco's hands began to roam. One travelling up her side to cup her perfectly rounded breast, giving it a firm squeeze through the smooth fabric of her dress; while the other made its way down across the curve of her hip and all the way to her backside. Kneading the firm muscle of her delectable arse, he pulled her closer and rolled his hips against her centre, desperate for some friction on his aching groin.
She let out a sharp hiss at the contact, bucking her hips to repeat the grinding motion, and causing Draco to groan needily. He was rock hard.
Mustering as much control as he possibly could, he re-directed his focus back to her mouth, pressing his lips firmly against hers, playfully nibbling at her lower lip. His long, white fingers began tracing circles on the golden skin of her neck, and Hermione let out a small whimper at his gentle touch. She threw her head back, gasping for air, and exposing the velvety skin as an invitation for his lips to have another taste.
He began to pepper soft kisses along her jaw, slowly working his way downwards, as he hooked his fingers under the thin strap of her dress and pushed it over her shoulder, causing the fabric to drop a few inches and reveal a strip of intricate black lace underneath.
"Merlin, Granger." He breathed, his voice low and gravelly, dripping with arousal. "Do you always wear lace under your clothes?"
"Most days" Hermione replied. She bit her lip seductively, trying to hide the smug grin that had flitted across her soft features at his needy tone.
"I'll show you the rest of it, if you want to come in?" she asked, fixing his eyes with a fiery gaze.
Her pupils were dilated with desire, almost turning her eyes black, and her chest was heaving as she twisted the doorknob next to her and let the door spring open. The sudden loss of support behind her back caused her to lose balance and, grabbing his shirt to steady herself, they both stumbled into her flat.
"Fuck" Draco cursed. "Merlin knows I had every intention to play nice tonight and leave you with an innocent kiss at your doorstep, but you're not making it easy, Granger" He was panting now, fighting the urge to push her against the wall and take her right there and then.
"What if I don't want 'nice' tonight?" she whispered, taking his hand and, with a gentle tug, began to lead him down the hall to her bedroom. He swallowed hard but followed.
Wasting no time at all upon arriving in the small bedroom, they began to undress each other, hastily, almost clumsily, too riled up with desire to take it slow.
The second Hermione's lacy, black knickers dropped to the floor she stepped out of them and climbed onto her bed, her wild curls spilling all over the soft fabric of her pillow, she propped herself up on her elbows and cast Draco an inviting look.
He swallowed hard as he watched her eyes rake over him, drinking in the sight of his naked body, her big chocolate orbs alight with want. Another burst of desire erupted in his lower abdomen when her gaze landed on his huge, bobbing cock, licking her lips greedily.
With a few big strides he walked across the room and climbed on top of her, tentatively pushing her knees apart, so he could settle between her legs.
"Merlin, you're gorgeous" he whispered, giving her a soft kiss, before turning his attention to her breasts. He started gently running his tongue over the soft curves, caressing her already taut nipples, before carefully sucking them between his lips. Hermione let out a sharp hiss when he pulled one of her swollen buds between his teeth and bit down softly, causing her to arch her back, followed by a quick thrust of her hips, desperate for more skin contact.
He could feel the slickness between her legs as she rubbed her core against his painfully hard erection and let out a low moan.
"Fuck" he breathed "you're so wet for me already". He was aware of how desperate he sounded, but there was no hiding his yearning. He needed to know what it felt like to have that delicious, wet cunt stretched around his throbbing cock.
"Well then stop teasing and fuck me already!" she groaned pleadingly. "Please, Draco! I want to feel you."
A blazing flame of lust erupted in his chest at the sound of his name falling from her lips, and the last fragments of his restraint were shattered into a million pieces. With one smooth motion he slid himself into her, painfully slowly, giving her body time to adjust to his size.
She was so tight and warm; he couldn't stop the low growl that escaped from somewhere deep within his chest.
He pulled out almost entirely, waiting a couple of seconds until she was squirming beneath him, and then sank himself back into her, eliciting another one of those mouth-watering throaty noises she made when she was overwhelmed with pleasure.
Draco began to drive into her at a steady pace, hard and deep, and it wasn't long before her could feel her walls tighten around him. Her breathing had grown frantic and her moans more demanding.
"Oh gods, please! Harder! I'm so close!" she panted, digging her fingernails into his back.
He obliged. Slamming into her with so much force, that the bed below them began creaking dangerously. Hermione's little whimpers started to turn into full-blown moans, getting louder with every thrust, and it didn't take long before he felt her go rigid below him. She let out an earth-shattering groan as the wave of pleasure washed over her, her core pulsating powerfully around him, pushing him closer towards his own climax.
He let her ride out her orgasm, pounding into her over and over again, until, with a few final thrusts, he toppled over the edge of his own peak, and, with a loud, guttural groan, he spilled himself into her. Bouts of euphoria rushing through him as she milked him for every last drop until he was entirely spent, and he collapsed on top of her.
They were both panting, and, worried that he might crush the beautiful witch, he rolled off her, lazily dropping on to the bed next to her. He let out a deep, exhausted sigh, wrapped his arm around the brunette and pulled her close, allowing her to rest her head on his chest.
They lay quietly for a moment, both trying to catch their breaths, until Draco felt the urge to break the silence.
"Hermione.. ?" he said tentatively.
"Mmmh" the witch hummed. "I like when you call me that." a lazy grin spreading over her flushed face.
Draco chuckled. "I shall try to do it more often then." he gave the doe-eyed witch a warm smile and gently pushed a stray curl out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this." he said quietly. his heart pounding. He was nervous, what if his confession would scare her off?
But Hermione just smiled and nodded.
"Me too." she said quietly, and with a nervous bite of her lip she added "We should do it again some time... if you like."
His heart gave an excited jolt, and he was sure she could feel it, with her head planted delicately on his chest. He took in a deep, steadying breath, allowing a wide, elated grin to spread across his sharp features.
"I would like that very much." He said, placing a soft kiss on the witch's forehead.
- nine days later -
Hermione came stomping into the small office, eyes flashing with irritation. "He's infuriating!" she growled through gritted teeth.
"McLaggen?" Draco asked, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. That tosser could rile up his witch like no other.
"YES!" she complained. "The idiot has been getting on my nerves all bloody morning. I need a distraction." and, pointing towards the door, she added "Theodore, get out!"
"What? No!" Theodore piped up. "This is my office too, you know? And anyway.. " He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the curly-haired witch. "you didn't tell me to leave last time, did you?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at him, and with a swift move she lifted the hem of her burgundy silk top and revealed a fiery-red, lacy bra underneath.
Draco watched with a smug expression as Theo's jaw dropped, his own mouth going dry as a rush of want bolted through his stomach and down to his groin.
"There." Hermione said, casting the brown-haired wizard a stern look. "you got the same treatment as last time. Now leave!"
"Bloody hell, Granger." Theo mumbled, casting a longing look at the witch's chest. "Fine. I'm going to find myself somewhere private. I'll need a fucking wank after this."
He stood up and gave Draco a pad on the shoulder. "Give them a good squeeze for me, yeah?"
Draco cast him a mischievous smirk in response and nodded. "Sure." he said, grinning widely.
"Twenty minutes, Granger!" Theo said, giving the brunette a warning look. "That's all you get. If you're still at it when I come back, I will try to join you! You have been warned."
And with a playful wink into Hermione's direction, he let the door fall shut behind him, leaving his best friend and his girlfriend to themselves.
"Better not waste any time then." Hermione breathed; her voice laced with lust. She stepped closer, pulling her top over her head and unclasping her bra to reveal her beautiful, rounded breasts, the dark nipples already hard and swollen with desire.
Draco let out a small groan and nodded, hastily unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers.
And as she straddled his legs and began to grind herself against his throbbing core, he closed his eyes, sending a silent word of gratitude to the universe.
Thank Merlin for the day that moron McLaggen decided to spill coffee all over Hermione Granger's blouse.
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading. If you made it this far, please drop me a comment. I would love to know what you think.
K.