Hey guys! Sorry about the long wait! Anyways, here' s chapter three!
Chapter Three
Hermione sat with her head in her hands, chewing on her quill, and staring intently at the paperwork on her desk. This was going to take her all day, and Ron and Harry, being inconsiderate prats, decided to come in late. And to make matters SO much better, Hermione couldn't go home and sleep after work, she had to go to around and look for Death Eaters.
We probably won't catch anybody, Hermione thought angrily. It's not worth it anymore. This thought surprised Hermione. She had always enjoyed searching for Voldemort's followers and contributing to the cause, which put them behind bars in Azkaban. But lately, Hermione had been coming home dirty and tired, and alone. Being busy all the time had caused suffering in Hermione's relationships. No man wanted to date her, and she was ashamed to admit that she had never been with a man physically before. Of course, she had had kisses and embraces, but nothing further than that. Harry and Ron of course, had gotten extremely lucky the first year out of Hogwarts. Harry was now engaged to Ginny, and Ron was in a serious relationship with Padma Patil.
"Hermione needs some action," Ron had joked to Harry one night, after work when they were sitting at the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione had just laughed and punched him in the arm, but she realized she actually did need someone to satisfy her needs. She hated coming home to an empty apartment, and sleeping alone in her bed. She wanted a warm body next to her, holding her close to him.
Depressed, Hermione sighed and continued on with her paper work, looking at her watch. It was almost noon, so she could take her lunch break. Grabbing her purse, Hermione walked out of her building and headed to the nearest pub, enjoying the warm spring weather.
Draco stepped out of the shower and wrapped the cotton towel around his waist. He stood in front of the large mirror in his impressive bathroom, and smirked at his reflection. He studied his fit body, his broad shoulders, sculptured abs, firm arms, all acquired from being seeker and captain of the Quidditch team two years in a row. Draco brushed back his blond hair, and kept it in place with his hair gel.
Looking pretty good, he thought to himself. Hope I run into Granger tonight, while we're in Traverston. I could take her on, hurt her a bit, then give her what she knows she wants..me. Won't that be fun? Draco had given up on banishing these thoughts of Hermione from his head, they were just to good to stop thinking about, Auror, Gryffindor and Mudblood aside. She couldn't help it that she was unbelieveably sexy.
He could picture her now, writhing underneath him, moaning his name, trying not to show her desire for him. He would kiss her so much, her lips would be sore. She would be angry with him, glaring up at him with those wide brown eyes, but at the same time, yearn for his touch, and he wouldn't deny her.
"Do you see anything?" Harry asked Hermione, as she scanned the buildings and streets with her eyes. She shivered, feeling something wasn't right. She knew she was being watched, but she couldn't see any Death Eaters.
"Maybe we should split up?" Ron suggested, frowning. Harry shook his head, but Hermione considered it.
"We'll be done faster if we separate," Hermione argued, "besides, we've been Aurors for a while now, I think we can handle it."
"Alright," Harry sighed. "If you want, but be sure to let us know if either of you are in danger." The three friends headed separate ways, wands ready. Hermione turned a corner, and gasped in fright when she was shoved against a wall.
"Isn't it dangerous for Mudbloods to walk around in the dark, especially when there are blood thirsty Death Eaters around?" Draco teased Hermione, enjoying the feeling of her soft body against his.
Oh god, Oh god, Oh god, Hermione thought, panicked. Don't let him know you're scared. You can get out of this.
"Fuck you, Malfoy," Hermione spat, nose to nose with Draco.
"Watch your language, Hermione," Draco whispered, saying her name slowly and seductively.
"What do you want, Malfoy? Where's the rest of your pathetic group?" Draco's grip on Hermione tightened, causing her to give a small yelp of pain.
"You're the one on the wrong side, Granger," Draco whispered in her ear, his lips grazing her skin. "And to answer you're question, what I want, is you."
Chapter Three
Hermione sat with her head in her hands, chewing on her quill, and staring intently at the paperwork on her desk. This was going to take her all day, and Ron and Harry, being inconsiderate prats, decided to come in late. And to make matters SO much better, Hermione couldn't go home and sleep after work, she had to go to around and look for Death Eaters.
We probably won't catch anybody, Hermione thought angrily. It's not worth it anymore. This thought surprised Hermione. She had always enjoyed searching for Voldemort's followers and contributing to the cause, which put them behind bars in Azkaban. But lately, Hermione had been coming home dirty and tired, and alone. Being busy all the time had caused suffering in Hermione's relationships. No man wanted to date her, and she was ashamed to admit that she had never been with a man physically before. Of course, she had had kisses and embraces, but nothing further than that. Harry and Ron of course, had gotten extremely lucky the first year out of Hogwarts. Harry was now engaged to Ginny, and Ron was in a serious relationship with Padma Patil.
"Hermione needs some action," Ron had joked to Harry one night, after work when they were sitting at the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione had just laughed and punched him in the arm, but she realized she actually did need someone to satisfy her needs. She hated coming home to an empty apartment, and sleeping alone in her bed. She wanted a warm body next to her, holding her close to him.
Depressed, Hermione sighed and continued on with her paper work, looking at her watch. It was almost noon, so she could take her lunch break. Grabbing her purse, Hermione walked out of her building and headed to the nearest pub, enjoying the warm spring weather.
Draco stepped out of the shower and wrapped the cotton towel around his waist. He stood in front of the large mirror in his impressive bathroom, and smirked at his reflection. He studied his fit body, his broad shoulders, sculptured abs, firm arms, all acquired from being seeker and captain of the Quidditch team two years in a row. Draco brushed back his blond hair, and kept it in place with his hair gel.
Looking pretty good, he thought to himself. Hope I run into Granger tonight, while we're in Traverston. I could take her on, hurt her a bit, then give her what she knows she wants..me. Won't that be fun? Draco had given up on banishing these thoughts of Hermione from his head, they were just to good to stop thinking about, Auror, Gryffindor and Mudblood aside. She couldn't help it that she was unbelieveably sexy.
He could picture her now, writhing underneath him, moaning his name, trying not to show her desire for him. He would kiss her so much, her lips would be sore. She would be angry with him, glaring up at him with those wide brown eyes, but at the same time, yearn for his touch, and he wouldn't deny her.
"Do you see anything?" Harry asked Hermione, as she scanned the buildings and streets with her eyes. She shivered, feeling something wasn't right. She knew she was being watched, but she couldn't see any Death Eaters.
"Maybe we should split up?" Ron suggested, frowning. Harry shook his head, but Hermione considered it.
"We'll be done faster if we separate," Hermione argued, "besides, we've been Aurors for a while now, I think we can handle it."
"Alright," Harry sighed. "If you want, but be sure to let us know if either of you are in danger." The three friends headed separate ways, wands ready. Hermione turned a corner, and gasped in fright when she was shoved against a wall.
"Isn't it dangerous for Mudbloods to walk around in the dark, especially when there are blood thirsty Death Eaters around?" Draco teased Hermione, enjoying the feeling of her soft body against his.
Oh god, Oh god, Oh god, Hermione thought, panicked. Don't let him know you're scared. You can get out of this.
"Fuck you, Malfoy," Hermione spat, nose to nose with Draco.
"Watch your language, Hermione," Draco whispered, saying her name slowly and seductively.
"What do you want, Malfoy? Where's the rest of your pathetic group?" Draco's grip on Hermione tightened, causing her to give a small yelp of pain.
"You're the one on the wrong side, Granger," Draco whispered in her ear, his lips grazing her skin. "And to answer you're question, what I want, is you."
