Minister Malfoy left for a summit the next day and wouldn't be back for a week. Hermione found that that didn't make it easier for her to breathe. She sank into her job like sinking into water and drowned out the noise of her feelings. She was here to do a job, to gain experience she didn't think she would get, and to move upward. She had to keep her eyes on the goal.

She tried not to look at the photos of him at the summit and mostly succeeded in avoiding it. Except for the delivered papers every morning to her desk that was meant for Draco's perusal. Usually delivered with his tea.

She fought back jealousy when the woman, Astoria, was pictured at dinner with him. Just the two of them. It looked romantic, with candles and low light, a small table that their knees could be touching underneath. But the photo was blurry, and Draco's face was unreadable. She couldn't see his eyes, if it softened the way they do when he looked at her.

She threw the paper away, sure Draco would be reading his news where he was without her help.

Monday morning, she began her routine of settling behind her desk, booting up her computer which took a while to settle itself (not that she used it much, there weren't many things it could do that she couldn't do better) and making herself some hot chocolate.

She was blowing the surface of it as she walked when she walked directly into him, spilling her hot chocolate all down her front and his beautiful suit. All three pieces.

"Shit, shit, I'm sorry." She spilled more hot chocolate in her haste to put the mug down and look for the nearest anything that could soak up spilled liquid.

"Granger, it's fine." Draco didn't even move after their initial impact. She was afraid to look at him.

"I wish magic was real so I could just-" She gave up on finding something to clean them off with. She gave up on not looking at him. There it was, silver sharp eyes turned to black holes with softness. She missed him, she missed him so much she didn't realise the pain she was in until she saw him in front of her and relief flooded her body.

"Come on," Draco said. "Let's get you out of those clothes." Hermione was grateful he said it while walking away, and not while looking at her. Was he aware of the things he said sometimes? "I can at least loan you a shirt."

He led her upstairs where she stood nervously outside a door she assumed was his bedroom, and he returned with a white, crisp shirt. "The bathroom is the third door on the left," He pointed. "You'll have privacy there versus the one downstairs."

"Thank you, sir." Hermione gripped the shirt in her hands, it was soft and she imagined it smelled like him. "Do you do this for all your employees, sir?" She asked before she could stop herself.

Draco cocked his head slightly to the side, his brow creasing a little as he thought. "Only the ones whose mornings I've ruined."

"You didn't sir." Hermione said slowly. "I think I ruined your suit though."

"I have money, Granger. It'll get cleaned." He quirked an eyebrow. "See you downstairs."

The bathroom was big. There were two sinks, one bathtub, a shower with a rain shower head, and it smelled faintly of lavender and mint. Hermione turned the lock, her heart pounding as her mind wandered to Draco following her in here. She shook the thought away as she peeled off her now cold blouse. She found paper towels and dampened it to clean her skin where it felt sticky.

It was there, standing in her bra in front of a wide mirror that she saw two toothbrushes. Hermione blinked at it before opening the cabinet where she saw lipstick and perfume bottles, so distinct, they didn't have logos, she just remembered them from advertisements. She inhaled, shut the cabinet door, and looked at herself. She slipped into Draco's shirt and buttoned it carefully. His shoulders were so broad that the shirt was big enough not to strain across her chest. It hung to her thighs and she tucked it into her trousers. It looked better than the brown stained green blouse.

She made him tea and sat in on meetings, the day carrying on as though there wasn't a hitch. Her mug and the spill on the floor were cleaned up, and the stained blouse was now the only history left of the event.

It wasn't until a week later when she found the white shirt after doing laundry did she remember to return it. She folded it carefully, placed it in a bag, and promptly forgot it for the rest of the day. When she tidied up as she readied herself to leave, she saw it and groaned. She could leave it until tomorrow, but then ran the risk of forgetting then too. Versus having just remembered now. It was such a simple thing, it was just a shirt. She inhaled deeply to fortify herself before she knocked on his door. No answer.

She peered in and found him asleep again, his hair falling across his face now. He needed a haircut; not that she minded the longer hair. She sighed. Approaching him carefully, she stood in his eyeline again. His glasses were on the desk, not tangled in his hair. His features were serene, but the purple tinted bags were present again.

"Sir." She said gently, touching his shoulder the way she had before. And as before, his eyes opened slowly, found her instantly, pupils constricted and dilated before he sat up.

"Granger." He didn't smile but he didn't scowl either. "I was having the worst dream."

"I'm returning your shirt, sir." Hermione hefted the little bag in her hand and his eyes never left hers.

"Don't you want to know what I was dreaming about?" Draco asked her as he rolled his neck and rubbed his eyes. She did, but he was making it so difficult to keep her weak walls up.

"If you want to tell me, sir." Hermione slid the bag onto the chairs opposite his desk. He still didn't take his eyes off her. She walked to the door and then waited for him to continue.

"I dreamt you left me, Granger." Hermione's heart sped up.

"Left you, sir?" Hermione's voice had gone quiet from strain.

" Left me." Draco stood, his eyes were sharp as he studied her. "Could you believe that?"

"That's very specific, sir." Hermione said honestly. He came to the front of his desk and leaned back against it, crossed his ankles and folded his arms.

"Are you leaving me, Granger?" He asked, his voice a low timbre that had to be because of sleep.

"Why would I?" Hermione was curious where he was going with this. What he was implying.

"You're overqualified to work for me. You're worth more than the title of secre- executive assistant." Draco studied her, his eyes wandering her frame leisurely. "I'll be useless if you leave, but it feels like you're about to."

Hermione stepped away from the door. She wanted him to know she was serious. She wanted him to know he was accomplished, he was worth everything and more, his connections bore no weight on his capabilities. He was kind, he cared, he listened. His arms unfolded and he straightened slightly, still leaning against his desk.

"You're perfect." She said instead. She blushed a little, but her face remained serious. "I'm not leaving you."

Her heart thundered against her sternum, her entire body was hot, but it felt nothing like blushing. His eyes had gone dark, pupils blown wide. His hair fell forward a little and, feeling brave, she stepped toward him and tucked it back. His eyes fluttered shut at the feel of her fingertips on his scalp where it just ghosted. She took her hand back.

Even leaning against the desk, he was taller than her. He didn't dwarf her, only about two inches separated them (three when he wore his heeled shoes), but she felt small beside him, his presence was so strong. Not small like inferior, because he never once made her feel inferior, but like he could hold her and she would be swallowed by him whole.

"Granger." Draco's voice was a whisper.

"Sir." She responded in kind.

"Do I make you uncomfortable? Do you like it here?" He looked genuinely affected.

"You've only ever been kind to me. Why would you make me uncomfortable?" Hermione felt the air shift between them as her blood pounded in her ears. Anticipation about what was happening between them snapped tight and if she did something only slightly wrong, they could break and never return.

"You know why." Draco's eyebrows furrowed, confused. His skin was so beautiful, and even in the warm artificial light, she could see his ears were flushed pink; so was the tip of his nose. His lips looked like he had blackberries for a snack.

"Surely, sir. I do not." Hermione assured him. If what was happening would happen, she needed him to say it. He stood upright now, no longer propped against his desk. His shoulders were straight but his head was bowed. Submission.

"Tell me, Granger." Draco stepped toward her. If she tiptoed, she could kiss him. She could feel his breath on her cheek. "Is it all in my head?"

Hermione let the question ring around her as their breaths mingled, hot between them. It wasn't the words, but he was asking what she had dared not say out loud. She wanted confirmation because there was so much at risk.

"What's all in your head, sir?" Hermione blinked up at him. She was sensitive everywhere, her eyelashes felt like feathers on her cheeks when she blinked.

"Us." The world sounded like an effort to say. He sounded physically in pain. She couldn't abide by that, she couldn't leave him in pain; be the reason for his pain.

"You're all I think about." Relief so powerful flushed through her at finally saying it, she could have collapsed. She held her chin up, and straightened her back. "You're there when I wake up, you're there when you're away, you're there when I go to bed..." She let her sentence trail away, the implication intended.

His stained lips parted as he inhaled a short, sharp breath. They were so red, inviting. His breath was shaky as he exhaled.

"Were you going to kiss me, sir?" Hermione's lips tingled at the thought. "That night in the drawing room?"

"Yes." He said without hesitation. "But I'm-"

"What are you waiting on, then?" Hermione came a little closer, she could feel her blouse touching his shirt.

"Where have you been?" Draco asked, awe widening his eyes slightly.

"Right here." Hermione didn't look away from him. He swallowed. "Kiss me, sir."

He did.

It was like electricity had seeped into her. His lips were as soft as she imagined; he tasted of berries and sleep, some black tea he had earlier. His tongue was gentle first as their mouths opened, and she deflated against him when he stepped into her to press their bodies together.

Her breasts were flat against him and she could feel his heart thudding against hers. She brought her arms up to his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around her. She was right. He swallowed her whole. Draco spun her, then lifted her to the desk. She widened her legs for him gladly and he grunted into her mouth when she nipped at his lips. The edge of table was in the way.

She wanted to know how much he wanted her. She pulled at his hips and slid forward so they made contact where she was wet and he was hard; they both moaned as they made contact and their breaths came faster. His hands were on her neck, trailing her jaw with his fingers before one slipped to her breast and the other went lower-

Brrringg bringg brring!

Hermione and Draco both jumped. Their lungs were heaving, their mouths swollen, Draco's hair was tousled. The phone rang again; she recognised his personal cell phone ringtone. He groaned in frustration before he stepped back and she let her feet hit the floor and straightened her skirt. She saw his eyes flicker at the name on the phone. He answered. He had dinner tonight, with Pansy, Blaise, and Astoria .

"Hey." She didn't know how he did it, but he sounded as calm as she was breathless. "Sorry, I got caught up at work." Hermione smoothed her hair, Draco turned away and she could no longer see his face. His shoulders had tensed up and suddenly, their intimacy felt like a thick wall. "Yea, sorry. I'll be right there."

Hermione left the room and found her purse. As she pulled it onto her shoulder, she heard Draco's heavy door creak from strain.

"Granger-" Draco's hair was still a mess. His lips looked red and swollen. That was all of her that was left on him. His eyes had gone cold again, his body language all business. "I'm sorry. I would rather spend-"

"It's alright, boss." Hermione said, emphasising the last word. "I'll see you on Monday."

"Come back tomorrow." Draco said quickly. "Please."

"Tomorrow's Saturday, sir." Hermione said, not understanding him.

"Yes," Draco was close to her again and her body responded despite her best efforts. She had to remember she wasn't one of them . "But I would like to see you tomorrow. If you're free."

"I have a book, sir." Hermione said, teasing. Her resolve so strong a second ago was gone in a second. He touched her chin again and ran his thumb along her bottom lip where it was sensitive and swollen from his teeth. She inhaled sharply, she could feel the groves of his fingerprint on her skin. Rough pads on her soft mouth sent a shiver through her.

A door creaked shut and her eyes and attention snapped to focus. They were outside his office, in an open space. She was stupid to let this happen. "I'll see you tomorrow, sir. But it can't be here."

Draco stepped back and dropped his hand. He glanced over his shoulder, aware of his mistake and carelessness.

"I understand that this could ruin your career and your re-" Hermione suddenly felt very guilty. Public office affairs only ever ended with ugly. The woman the whore, the man a disgrace until he paid his way back into everyone's good graces and then she was left with the shiny red A emblazoned on her chest. She'd never get anywhere in this world.

"I don't care." Draco whispered. His eyes grew intense, still cold as they burrowed into her. He looked like someone who wanted something very badly. Like he was about to try all that he could within his means to attain it.

"Well then, sir. Not here." Hermione looked at him expectantly. "No one can know."

Draco nodded slowly. "You're right."

"It's bad for both of us." Hermione said the words so she knew he understood. Knew the risk.

"There's a small hotel I use." Draco stepped a little closer. "They have a room under the name Salazar S. Room 916. Don't talk to anyone, just come up."

"The address, sir?" Hermione ignored her heartbeat as it drummed, already excited for tomorrow. She was nervous about it because the implications were sex. And she didn't want this to be just sex for him. Or for her. It needed to be a business arrangement to not be a disaster.

"Can I have your number, Granger?" Draco lowered his voice more.

"You already do, sir." Hermione whispered.

"Not your desk number." Draco laughed. "Your cell phone?"

"I don't have one sir." Hermione shrugged. "No need."

Draco looked thoughtful for a moment. "The DE Hotel on Hogwarts Lane."

They stared at each other a moment, the air thick in the feet between them. Draco inhaled as if for strength and stepped back. "Don't forget your dinner, sir. Don't keep your friends waiting." Hermione stepped past him and it took all her own strength not to brush against him for one last point of contact.

She had a restless sleep.

The cab driver looked at her in the rearview mirror as she got out of the car. She had worn a modest dress; tea cut, with heels. Her hair was looped into a messy bun; she was too tired to put more effort into it. She blamed her restless sleep for lack of energy and for the mess on her head. She wore a lipstick that complimented her brown skin tone and carried a tiny beaded purse on her shoulder. She always walked with it on days out, she had everything she could need in it.

The DE Hotel was only about ten stories tall with old finishings in every corner. Ivy grew in the alleyway wall, climbing tall against the red brick surface. She hurried inside, paused in the lobby to find her berrings, found the elevators and beelined for it. No one got on with her and she breathed a sigh of relief. She wondered briefly if there were any cameras before she looked steadily at the ground to hide her face.

The elevator door opened and she stepped onto the ninth floor. She could feel her heart thundering as adrenaline pumped through her, sending tingles to her fingertips and her toes, making her skin feel like it was being worn and not a part of her. She inhaled as she counted the numbered rooms, finding them to be spaced quite far from each other.

She closed her eyes and breathed. She knocked.

He was in a t-shirt and jeans. She blinked as her eyes understood what she was seeing and he grinned, stepping aside.

"Come in." She did. She stood stock still, awkward to be in his space, unsure what they would do, what he wanted to do; what she wanted to do. He didn't push her against the wall and kiss her like she had fantasised about; which was fine because she felt so nervous she would have found it startling. He slipped her purse off her shoulder and placed it by the table near the door where she saw his keys and wallet in a bowl.

"Would you like to take your shoes off? Or, can I make you some tea? Order some room service?" Draco was looking at her nervously, probably misreading her own nerves for regret. She didn't regret this, no. She just felt like she hadn't quite woken up yet.

"Tea sounds nice." Hermione managed to say. Then she looked at him and found concern so sincere in his eyes that she had to smile. He liked her, he really liked her. She followed him to the not so modest kitchen and watched as he busied himself with the kettle, placing sugar and cream, with an assortment of teas and a mug on the counter. He looked so nervous, and so lost in concentration, she used the time to memorise this version of him.

The t-shirt left naught to the imagination. She could see the ridges under his shirt. She saw the tail of something curling around his bicep and the shadow of its owner on his left shoulder blade. She could see the back of his neck had pink freckles where the wide neck of his t-shirt dipped. Jeans on Draco's ass was a sin, the way they hugged his hips and emphasised the power of his thighs. He was barefoot. She had never seen his bare feet before. His insteps were high, the balls of his feet wide. He looked like he had pedicures done regularly.

"We need ground rules." Hermione said, startling herself out of her own thoughts. Draco leaned back against the counter and placed his palms there to prop himself up. He gave a hum to show he was listening. His hair wasn't neatly in place anymore, no product to keep the strands together.

She inhaled. "We can't do this at work. I can't look at you over the table or walk into the office and see you undressing me with your eyes."

"I haven't even undressed you yet." Draco teasingly protested. Her body hummed at his words, wanting to be touched.

"Sir." Hermione said sternly, despite the warm pool in her stomach. She kicked off her shoes because she had begun to feel warm.

"Granger." Draco grinned. She levelled him with her most serious stare and he never broke eye contact. He was undressing her now, she could feel her dress peeling off her body and falling to the floor. She furrowed her brow and he smirked. "I'm listening and taking you seriously, I promise." Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're so fucking beautiful and I just can't believe you're here."

"We have to be careful. To not be seen. I can't have your reputation get tanked and the entire nation hate you because you're-" Hermione inhaled sharply. She couldn't let her mind go there. "I can't let us both be affected by scandals when we have so much history to tell us exactly how this ends for all parties involved."

"Agreed. If we're to benefit from that insane brain of yours, then yes. I can't see you reduced to just," He searched for the words and Hermione could tell he didn't want to be offensive.

"A whore." She finished for him. He winced. Hermione stood now, the kettle steamed gently behind him, having long turned off when it reached its goal temperature of 100 degrees. She stood before him now and stared up at him.

"I need to know this isn't just sex." She whispered. Draco's eyes widened. She lifted a hand to wave off whatever thoughts he had. "I don't mean I love you's or anything, I just need to know that we have each other's backs. That if we sleep together, and we get caught or something, you don't just turn your back on me and say I seduced you, or, I took advantage of you, or I'm lying."

Draco nodded. "Or you go to the media and immediately tell them I came onto you and I'm an inappropriate boss."

Hermione nodded. "I won't."

"Nor would I." Draco's eyes dipped to her mouth.

"Mutually assured destruction?" Hermione stepped closer to him and he stood up straight. He held his palm between them and she took it.

"It's a deal." Draco's voice had gone deep, she was certain the only reason she heard it was due to their proximity. His hand tightened on hers, gentle but firm. She felt the pads of his fingers stroking her skin and it sent a shiver through her. "Can I kiss you?" Hermione followed his lips as he formed the words, already remembering what they felt like. She smiled and he dipped his head.

The tea was forgotten, the water in the kettle gone cold.

Draco Malfoy kissed her like he was a starving man. Their mouths opened to allow each other in, tongues immediately falling into the rhythm they had found the day before. They released each other's hands in an effort to grapple their bodies closer and she exhaled in relief at the firm press of him against her front.

Her hands were again in his hair as he groaned into her throat; his hands were pulling at the hem of her dress, hiking it higher and higher until his palms lay flat on her ass, kneading them in his hands with intent. She gasped and let him press her to the countertop, widening her legs as he pressed a thigh to her bundle of nerves.

"Wait." She broke their kiss and her lack of breath hardly let the word out. He pushed his forehead to hers, but he was still, unpressing. "Are we moving too fast?"

Draco laughed, the puff of breath hitting her lips and cheek. "I've wanted to kiss you for as long as I remember."

"This isn't just kissing." She cupped his cock with her palm and he closed his eyes as he inhaled shakily.

"I've wanted to fuck you," He pulled her closed by squeezing her flesh in his hands, a finger slipping underneath the fabric of her knickers. "Since you've been showing me up at work."

" Oh, " Hermione smiled devilishly, "This is a power thing."

"I don't want to rule you, Granger." Draco pressed his forehead forcefully into her so that she leaned back. "I want to rule with you."

She kissed him, and the way he devoured her, swallowing her whole and surrounding her with hot want and desire, she endeavoured to do the same. She was never one for sentiment. She had maybe fallen in love with him, but she would never say it until it felt mutual. She didn't care for the meaning of things so much as the intent.

Draco lifted her to the counter much like he did on his desk before. He wasted no time as he kissed her, trailing along her jaw and her neck, to the exposed part of her shoulder while he slid her knickers off and dropped it to the floor. Then Draco was on his knees and his breath was on her slit. His tongue tasted the length of her before landing on her clit, pressing into it before taking into his mouth and sucking. Her hips bucked and he held her steady. She wanted him inside her and had begun to say that much when his fingers slipped into her.

She made fists in his hair as she pressed him harder to her, willing herself to focus. He worked his fingers and tongue expertly and she wanted to fall back onto the counter and moan to the ceiling.

Draco snaked a hand up to her breast and he squeezed gently, Hermione lifted her leg, writhing because she wanted him to have more purchase. She stood now, and rocked her hips into him, her head thrown back as he inserted a third finger. He curled them upward and into her, pressing harder into her insides. Stars erupted from her cunt as she clenched onto him and moaned so loudly she startled herself. She gushed onto his fingers as pleasure rippled through her, weakening her knees and turning her body to jelly.

She laughed. Weakly and joyfully, she laughed. She hadn't had a non-self given orgasm in months. She looked down dazedly at Draco between her legs from where he emerged, his chin slick and his eyes sharp and focused. He rose to his feet and kissed her. She didn't care that he did. She had tasted herself before and this was no different. Hermione pressed her palm to his cock again and found the jeans damp, the beginnings of a wet spot pressing through the fabric. It felt like torture, and when she squeezed he groaned and inhaled sharply.

Her hands worked to release him and she shoved it down. Like they knew each other, like they had done this before dozens of times, she lifted her leg as he hooked his arm under her knee, and in one smooth movement, he was inside her. They stayed still for a moment, Hermione's lungs burned as she heaved for breath, her orgasm hardly over as he pressed into her, filling her completely.

"Fucking hell." Draco hissed. He looked down and saw what Hermione couldn't with her bloody dress in the way. "I might come already, Granger." He shut his eyes tightly as they still didn't move. She could feel his cock throb inside her. She had thought about protection. But there was no time. She rolled her hips and Draco breathed roughly through his nose, eyes still shut. She wanted to please him.

She pulled away from him so he slipped out of her and sank to her knees.

"Fairs, fair. Sir. " She gave him a smile then opened her mouth as she took his cream covered cock into her mouth. She licked him from base to head before sucking gently on his tip, tasting his bitter precome as it pulsed out of him eagerly. His eyes rolled back into his head when she pressed her tongue to the sensitive underside.

"Granger." Draco's voice was broken. He pressed his palm into her hair and she angled her head upward. He hit the back of her throat and it closed around him, he hissed. "Granger, I'm still going to come if you-"

She took his head into her lips and sucked the last bit of precome out of him. Then stood. She unzipped her dress and let it pool at her feet then unclasped her bra.

"Sir," Draco watched her mouth form the word, his eyes hungry and blown to black even in the light of the kitchen. "I'm on birth control, so if you want to come inside me, you can."

He was clothed, his jeans finally slipping to the floor, the front of his briefs ruined where he had sunk too far against her. She began to undress him too while his brain understood what she said. "I trust that you're clean? I am, I haven't had sex in seven months, and I got tested at the end of that relationship."

Draco cleared his throat as Hermione dropped his t-shirt beside her dress. He was naked now too, and Hermione took a moment to appreciate the sight of him. The tail of the beast on his shoulder was all she could see, spikes lined its spine and intricate scales adorned it. He was lithe, but solid, his long frame was sleek and reminded her of a panther, stretching from one limb of a tree to the other. His cock stood at attention and his stomach was taut. The cut at his hips led enticingly downward where trimmed white hair led her eyes to his cock.

"Yea, Granger. I'm clean." Draco's voice was thick and husky. Hermione slowly turned around and bent forward over the counter.

"Then sir," She liked calling him sir now, she could tell he did too by the way his breathing would hitch. "Use me how you will."

He stepped up behind her, aligned himself, and thrust into her with so much force her thighs hit the counter. She gripped what she could as he thrust again. By his third, she moaned freely as he hit a spot inside of her she couldn't reach herself.

She couldn't see, she couldn't think. All she did was feel every stroke of him, his palms on her backside spreading her, on her back and in her hair. He yanked her upright and brought his hand to her neck. He turned her face and kissed her. And with his mouth against her cheek, he grunted with a final thrust, sinking deep into her that she felt the entirety of him throbbing as he came.

He stayed inside of her as their breathing heaved; She clenched her pussy around him in response to his twitches. She could feel the warm liquid about to glide down her leg. Draco's breaths were shuddering and uneven as she kissed his cheek. They both had a small sheen of sweat on their skin.

"I didn't even have breakfast, Granger. Blimey." Draco dropped his forehead to her shoulder. He softened inside her before he slipped out, and she let him. She wanted to be one with him as long as he did. He cleaned up their mess, dabbing softly on Hermione's inner thighs.

"I could argue that that was the best breakfast I'd ever had." Her voice was slurred from fatigue and she smiled at him as he rose. He leaned into her and touched his nose to hers, breathing her in. She kissed him slowly, their tongues exploring each other's mouths with leisure.

"Mmm." Draco hummed as he pulled away, biting on his lip as he looked at her. "Shall I order us some room service?"

"And we can have a shower." Hermione said pointedly.

"And a shower." He agreed.

"Can I stay for lunch?" Hermione pinched one of his nipples and he feigned pain.

"God, yes." Draco kissed her again. "I'll make lunch last a little longer, I promise." Hermione laughed. She was faintly aware he had a lunch to attend, but he was choosing to stay with her.

When she woke up next to him after falling asleep, breakfast half eaten in the kitchen, she saw the marks on his body that her fingernails and teeth had left. She wondered what anyone might think if they saw it, if a photographer caught it when he was snapped at the beach or somewhere else that saw him less clothed. She smiled, because he always wore a three piece suit.

She was struck by the thought that Draco Malfoy didn't make love. He liked to fuck. She wondered if all his aggression he couldn't display at work was being pumped into her. He pressed her flat to the bed, her mouth open as she moaned into the mattress. He always ensured her climax.

He loved to slide his tongue inside her, and something about him doing that knowing his spend was still there had made her come harder. When they sat in their robes, freshly showered for the second time that afternoon, Hermione heard his cell phone ring again. He kissed her cheek and rose from the bed to answer it. She stopped chewing to listen; a ball of discomfort rolled inside her.

"Dinner? Again?" Draco sounded peeved. "We can't- but I told you-" He scoffed. "You wouldn't dare." His voice was distant, if she chewed, she could drown him out. She wouldn't have to pretend she hadn't heard any of it. She smiled when he came back into the room.

"Granger." Draco sat at the edge of the bed, his body language suddenly closed off and his brow furrowed. He wasn't trying to hide the conversation or how it made him feel. "I'm sorry to have to do this. I was hoping for the day with you. But I have to be back on the other side of London in two hours."

"Business?" Hermione said, feigning ignorance. She knew who it was. She hated it. He shot her a sad smile and she knew he knew she was pretending.

"Some business I have to take care of that I thought I did already." Draco looked at the nibbled on food. "I can pack this up for you, so at least the food won't go to waste."

Hermione stood and let the robes slip off her body. She revelled in the way his eyes skimmed her breasts and admired her curves. She bent to find her underwear, remembered it was in the kitchen with her dress, and she walked naked through the hotel suite to find it. Draco followed her in time to see her clasping her bra.

"I'm sorry." He said, his voice a rough whisper.

"For what?" Hermione kept her tone light even if the smile took all her willpower. "For having a life?"

"You know what I mean, Granger." Draco dragged a hand along his neck and groaned in frustration. "We should have waited, then you wouldn't think-"

"I wanted this as much as you." Hermione said sharply. "So you can keep your what ifs and pity shit to yourself."

Draco stared at her. "I don't pity you. I pity myself." Hermione scoffed. "I had no self control and now you're-"

"What? I'm what?" Hermione pulled her dress onto her shoulders. Her body slumped, she wanted this to be simple. "I'm not fighting, Draco." She used his name and it felt off in her mouth, heavy on her tongue. She liked sir better. But she knew she wanted to keep saying his name too. His eyes had widened just barely when he heard it and then he broke into a smile.

"I got you something." He said before disappearing into his bedroom and returning with a little box. She took it from him and noticed the illustration on the front.

"A cell phone?" Hermione looked up, incredulous. "Whatever for?"

"My number is already on it." Draco said hurriedly, hardly able to contain his excitement. "Call me. Text me."

Hermione looked at him sideways. "I don't know, sir. I feel like this is the best way for us to get caught."

"We'll be careful." Draco assured. Hermione forced the box into her purse and smiled at him.

"Go get ready for your dinner." Hermione tiptoed to kiss him. She was annoyed with him, with the situation, but she breathed and accepted that this was the deal. "Your business dinner." She corrected herself. He buried his hands in his robe pockets and it exposed more of his stomach. She would need to work on not looking at him when at work like she had seen him naked.

"There's a cab waiting downstairs for you." Draco said as he walked her to his door. Hermione quirked an eyebrow.

"Now who's whose secretary?" She said before she turned and walked away.