"It's not his fault! Don't penalize him!" Pansy said firmly.
"Don't bloody defend him. You both knew the rules and there are no exceptions." Draco said back, crossing his arms.
"Well there should be one!" Pansy stomped her foot and Hermione almost laughed.
"Why? Just cause he's your boyfriend. We didn't make excuses for Potter even though his face almost melted off." Draco argued and Harry commented from the door.
"We can make an exception for me though. Not looking forward to waxing day." He said.
"No absolutely not—"
"Let's make an exception for Harry and me so none of us have to go through with—" Ron said with a bright expression.
"Sore losers! Anything to win you bloody babies—" Draco grumbled.
"No! We make valid points!" Ron countered.
"And what would that be Weasley? That you both are sobbing losers who just don't want to face defeat?" Draco questioned.
"Harry couldn't help it and I bloody well couldn't. It was either cut it off or get hexed." Ron gestured up to Draco who just rolled his eyes.
"It's really not his fault Draco. My mother saw us in Diagon Alley and made a comment saying he had better cut the thing off before we officially sat down for dinner." Pansy said and Hermione and Ginny both caught on finally.
"Wait. Your mother made him shave his beard?" Ginny reiterated.
"Scary woman." Theo mumbled and Pansy glared at him. He just shrugged.
"We had breakfast with her on Sunday and she saw us the Wednesday before. There really wasn't any option. And...he wanted to make a good impression...for me." Pansy explained desperately and Draco rolled his eyes.
"Growing a pair would have been an option." He said under his breath.
"Hey—"
"You know how intimidating my mother can be and Ronald knew how important that breakfast was. He shaved his beard for me and I think that should be rewarded. Therefore I'm proposing a new vote."
"No! No new anything. Potter and Weasel lost! That's it. Game over. Schedule the apportionment now." Draco barked and Ron and Harry both perked up.
"No, let's do a vote. They were both unfair circumstances. Both of us would have lasted until the month was over. I want a vote." Harry said.
"Sod off—"
"I want one too. I was under duress for the whole weekend. You have no idea what it's like trying to keep a secret from you all." Ron said while running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, apparently you cut your friends. Some Gryffindor you are." Theo scowled and Ron shook his heat at his exuberance.
"No vote. It's biased as is. You know you'll win." Draco said.
"That's the point." Pansy smirked then addressed everyone in the bathroom. "All in favor of calling the bet as a three way tie, and having no boys go through with the waxing, raise your hand."
Harry and Ron's arm shot up, Pansy's hand joined them.
"You would have had my vote if you just would have let me in on the secret Weasley." Theo said while raising his chin and Ron gave him the bird.
"You both lost, given the circumstances or not. Beards are gone and Draco's remains." Hermione said nonchalantly, feeling an arm pridefully snake around her waist and pull her into Draco's body. She grinned.
"Boo!"
"Traitor!"
"You're not our best friend anymore!"
"Keep it in your pants!"
Harry and Ron booed her, their jowls making her giggle but she just wrapped her own arm around Draco and smiled up at him.
Pansy turned to Ginny who had been watching the spectacle rather quietly.
"Come on redhead, put your hand up." She encouraged and Ginny rolled her lips and held onto a grin. Ron's eyes widened, Harry looked mortified.
"Ginny? Come on now. Raise your hand. Now isn't the time for jokes." Ron said with a nervous laugh.
"Gin? What are you doing?" Harry asked, slowly lowering his hand. Ginny raised her shoulders then laughed a bit.
"I'm siding with them ya big babies." She said and the room erupted into a mix of disappointed cries and excited cheers.
"Ginny!" Pansy shrieked.
"How could you do that?" Ron whined.
"Favorite Weasley for a reason." Draco said lowly with a satisfied grin that seemed to irk the opposing group more.
"You're sleeping on the sofa tonight." Harry mumbled.
"Honestly you are sick for getting pleasure out of our pain."
"She's just playing by the rules." Theo defended, slinging an arm over her shoulders and jostling her excitedly.
"She's being a traitor is what she's doing. Don't even know who you and Hermione are anymore." Ron shook his head and Pansy looked pink in the face. It was comical.
"Ginny, what are you even getting out of this? Hermione wins all the money." Pansy pointed out. Ginny's eyes lit up.
"Nothing except knowing my husband and brother will have to get their balls waxed." She said with a laugh. Draco surprisingly snorted at her simple explanation which just made Hermione join in as well.
"Devious mind. You married a sick witch, Potter." Theo said but it sounded like a compliment.
"Apparently." He mumbled sadly.
"So seeing as Draco did win. You all have to pay up and Harry and Ron, when will you be free for an appointment?" Hermione asked with a sly grin.
"I'm busy until the day I die." Ron grumpily said and Pansy placed a hand on his shoulder in a reassuring way. Draco shook his head at how unmanly the two were being, and especially at Pansy for coddling him.
"No one is allowed to be there." Pansy said adamantly.
"Oh fuck off Pans. We're all coming." Theo said blatantly.
"Why? You're just going to taunt us for the rest of our lives." Ron said to him.
"I was planning on doing that anyway, so might as well let us come." Draco said and Hermione giggled.
"I don't want you all to peer onto my sack!" Ron said.
"Bloody hell Weasley. No one wants to see that." Draco sneered.
"We'll be there for everything else though." Ginny said, then added with a smile. "Aw, maybe you two can get a couple's discount."
Harry and Ron both groaned.
"Gods you are the worst Ginny." Ron relayed.
"Does Wednesday sound okay? I'll book the appointments, even pay with my winnings." Hermione smiled and Draco kissed the top of her head.
"You're too good for them." He mumbled and she swatted his chest.
"Yeah alright. Fine! I'll go through with this. And I'll do it with no complaints because I know you girls just over exaggerate about things like this. Watch!" Ron bellowed with a loud amount of confidence. The girls snorted, even Pansy made a face that looked doubtful.
"I don't want to go through with this!" Ron panicked. Harry and him both lay on the tables as Ginny and Pansy held their hands. Hermione, Draco and Theo were all snickering as they waited up against the walls. The workers paid them no mind, and soon, they levitated the pot of wax to pour an even strip down their legs.
Harry and Ron were squirming, Ron being more vocal about his displeasure with his current predicament than Harry. It looked like Harry was mumbling quietly to himself while Ginny soothingly played with his hair. Both men were in shambles, Draco couldn't be happier.
"Oi lads. You're supposed to be brave and tough. Not a bunch of simpering whiners." Theo said, crossing his arms as he smirked at them.
"You get on the table then." Harry challenged and Theo held his hands up.
"I'm fine where I am. Please ladies, rip away." He urged the workers and Ron's eyes went wide. Harry squeezed his shut.
The workers took out their wands then said they'd do it on the count of the three so they'd be okay.
"Alright boys. Ready?" One woman asked and Ron squeezed Pansy's hand. Ginny was ready to laugh.
"One…two—RIP!"
"Bloody fucking hell!"
"Sweet Merlin's tits!"
Everyone laughed, the first sheet of hair was removed from their legs.
"What the hell happened to three?" Ron asked with a pained expression. His face nearly as red as his hair.
"Going when people don't expect it makes it easier for the person. Bit of a mind game." The worker explained.
"See, not so bad is it?" Pansy said. "Legs are easy. Armpits hurt a bit and well…everything else." She said with a slight frown and Ron huffed.
"My skin is being ripped off. It fucking hurts Pans." Ron deadpanned and she made a pinched face.
"Harry's not complaining." Hermione pointed out to further rile him.
"That's because I'm about to throw up." Harry said calmly and everyone laughed except Ron.
"It's not that bad. You boys just never experienced it before." Hermione said, shaking her head.
"What's it feel like?" Theo questioned curiously.
"Like a powerful stinging hex only it's running up my entire leg." Harry said. "I can't have this on my balls. I'll pass out." Harry said.
"Ooh. I brought chocolate just in case." Ginny said, reaching into her back pocket.
"Classic." Hermione muttered under her breath.
"Lets get on with it then boys. It'll only get worse if we keep waiting between the rips." The worker said and the boys nodded anxiously while muttering their curses.
For the next thirty minutes, they watched in delight as Harry and Ron kept up their side of the bargain. Comments and protests grew louder and more frantic when their thighs were being waxed. The workers had to ask Pansy and Ginny to hold them down at times since they kept moving. Draco and Theo couldn't stop giggling, Hermione was a bit over it since they kept whining. The girls soon were telling them to suck it up, knowing it wasn't really that bad of an experience.
"Okay everyone needs to leave now. It's time for the worst of it." Harry commanded, sweat dripping down his forehead.
"Think you mean the best, Potter." Draco commented with a grin.
"I most certainly do not." He said and Draco just grinned wider.
"Good luck. I'm very proud of you both for enduring this." Hermione said and Draco pulled her along.
"Don't encourage their weakness." He muttered with a shake of his head. Hermione rolled her eyes at his teasing.
"I think I'm gonna be sick." Ron said, panting a bit. Pansy rubbed a hand over his back.
"I second that." Harry said.
Draco, Hermione and Theo all shut the door. They waited about two minutes with their ears pressed up against the wood, patiently waiting while controlling jokes and giggles. They could faintly hear Ginny and Pansy telling them to be brave. Concerns grew louder, they knew it was coming. The workers said something muffled through the blockage. Then there was dead silence and all of a sudden, loud wails rang through the hallway.
"MOTHER FUCKER!"
Draco, Hermione and Theo cackled out loud, their stomachs hurting when they heard the yells. Theo had tears in his eyes, hunched at the waist as he tried to suck in gulps of air. Hermione was clutching at Draco's shoulder, keeping herself upright while Draco rested his body against the door, wheezing in laughter.
After another twenty minutes of laughing at the cries coming through the door, the two men and their witches came into the hallway, limping and leaning on one another, cheeks looking like they were wet with tears.
"Come on. Let's head to the Leaky for one. On me." Draco said through his chuckles. Harry and Ron shook their heads.
"I don't think I can sit down right now, mate." Harry said, extremely serious. Theo just laughed harder.
"Come on, it's a free round—"
"I'm heading home and icing everything. I don't want to move for the next twenty-four hours." Ron said, his face pinched in pain.
Draco sighed annoyed. "You lot are so pathetic."
"Fuck off Malfoy." Ron spat.
"Pompous arse." Harry said.
But Malfoy laughed at their insults and followed Pansy and Ginny as they helped them along the hallway.
"Looking forward to this next year. I have a feeling the results will be the same." Draco commented and Hermione reached for his hand.
"You're bloody well on." Ron called over his shoulder, ever competitive even after a rough night.
Even when they returned home, Hermione and Draco were still a giggling mess. Curled up on their couch with glasses of wine, they shared their amusement from the afternoon.
"You'd think after all these years Potter would have a higher pain tolerance." He said with a scoff. Hermione made a noise as if to agree.
"Well, we were a bit unfair to them today." Hermione commented and Draco raised a brow.
"What do you mean?" He questioned watching a slow and cunning grin spread over her lips. Hermione sipped her wine then inhaled through her nose. She made a face that told him she had a secret.
"Typically, when you get a wax, they provide numbing salves. Eases the skin, makes it way easier to bare. But when I made the appointment, I told them they wanted to do it the muggle way. No numbing salve, completely natural."
Draco's jaw slanted open. His eyes went round in awe.
"I've never been more in love with you than I am at this moment." He said astonished and Hermione laughed.
"It was the girls' idea really. We've all done it with no numbing salve before and wanted to see how they boys would handle it. Did not disappoint obviously." She chuckled.
"I'm getting a chub right now. Sneaky witch. I'm incredibly impressed." Draco said, mumbling lowly when sitting up to tug Hermione between his legs. She giggled, skin tingling from the wine and the way he was currently looking at her. Their lips met in a sweet to seductive kiss, Hermione's hands held onto his neck, Draco palms flat against her back. He groaned a bit when her teeth took his bottom lip and pulled. She wore a cheeky expression as she scratched his beard.
"Can we do your thing this weekend?" She asked, a bit breathless. A small laugh puffed from Draco's mouth, his fingers dug into her skin.
"Yeah, absolutely. Like my suggestion, eh?" He teased kissing her again.
"It certainly got my imagination jumping." She said with a sigh. His fingers pushed some of her hair back, tracing the outline of her face.
"It'll be a good bit of fun." Draco said with a very handsome smirk, no doubt imagining what he and his witch were getting up to this weekend.
Hermione clutched her purse a little tighter, her clammy hands making the straps slip from her fingers. Standing in front of the building made her nerves twist more. She could definitely handle this, excited for the new opportunity even, but now she was in her own head. The uncertainness lies ahead but she has to march forward.
The first floor of the building was rather quiet, not many people inside during the mid morning. She found the suite number then took the lift up to the proper floor. With a shaky breath, Hermione went over what she wanted to say and possible questions she would be asked. She was as prepared as she could be, now it was just a matter of proving she was capable.
The floor was empty and eerily quiet. She checked the time, seven minutes early just like she planned. Ms. Stone had told her she'd be up front to greet her, but she wasn't anywhere in sight in the waiting room. The desk stood empty, the black leather sofa almost shined under the sun beaming through the window. The two chairs placed at the magazine table looked untouched.
Hermione panicked and wondered if she got the time wrong. After checking her planner she saw she was correct and her interview would commence in now five minutes. It would be unprofessional to send a protronus to Ms. Stone. So instead, Hermione took a seat on the sofa and prayed Ms. Stone would arrive soon.
At exactly one minute before her interview was supposed to start, Hermione heard the door open and out came a strikingly handsome man in a fine tailored gray suit. He was wearing rectangular black glasses, a light blonde beard and vibrant blonde hair. His head was down, looking at a binder.
"Hermione Granger?" He said, looking up like he was expecting the office to be filled with multiple people. Hermione stood up immediately at the sound of her name leaving his lips. Her stomach knotted and she took a few shaky steps to greet the man.
"Yes, hello." She said extending her hand towards him when she was close enough, but he turned her back on her and quickly walked away.
"Follow me." He commanded.
She frowned then stuttered in her steps, catching the door with a huff. Well he was quite rude. If this is how the other employees acted then maybe Hermione shouldn't have applied for this job.
No. No. She could suffer through one man, maybe he was just having a rough day. This interview meant everything for her. She had to nail this.
She followed him all the way through the hallway to the last door left. He held the door, ushering her in and she silently took a seat across from the massive desk. The man remained standing, so she eyed the binder which she could briefly see contained her resume with furious red markings over it.
"Ms. Granger." The man said and Hermione instantly sat up straighter and rotated her shoulders back. She tucked her ankles to the side while crossing them over one another. She placed her hands in her lap, patiently waiting for him to look up.
And when she did, she got a beautiful look at his eyes. Sharp and intense, the color of the water on a stormy day.
"I'm Draco Malfoy, Founder and CEO of Magical Education For All. I will be conducting your interview for the position of Head of Community Impact." He said and she stiffened.
"Oh you're Mr. Malfoy. What an honor to meet you. I was under the assumption Ms. Stone—" She said while fidgeting her legs.
"Ms. Stone was sent home sick. It will just be you and me today. Let's begin shall we?" He then began asking her questions about her previous job experience, life in school, current event questions and testing her knowledge of the organization.
Hermione plastered on a smile, trying her best to appear cool and collected, but Mr. Malfoy looked bored and unimpressed. Ms. Stone was warm and welcoming when they spoke via floo, and assured Hermione she would be a great fit in the organization and for the position. Now she was doubting herself.
"—especially as a muggleborn. I found that particular initiative exciting."
"Mmph." He made a noise through his nose. It wasn't the first time he had made that noise during the interview. As a matter of fact, Hermione noticed he'd flinch often if she mentioned her status as a muggleborn.
"Uh, I'm sorry, have I said something inappropriate?" She asked vexed. He hardly acted like he wanted to do this interview. He could at least act like he had the time of day for her, CEO or not.
"No, not at all. You've mentioned your blood status a fair amount today and my final question for the day is what besides this makes you think you're qualified for the position?" He questioned with cold eyes. Hermione's jaw clenched shut and she almost snapped. It would have been a normal interview question if it wasn't paired with the annoyance in his voice. She hadn't done anything wrong, so why the coldness?
"The relationships I have built with magical communities not even in England but other countries from my time in the Ministry has made me quite versatile. Blood status can still be of a hindrance in society and I have been someone known to get along with anyone and everyone. It helps to being a war—"
"Please." Mr. Malfoy held up his hand, closing his eyes. "Enough about the war. In this organization we do not care about status at any level, muggleborn, war heroine, prisoner or anything else. I don't care. We are primarily concerned about ability. If you should have no further comments about your skillset or ability then I'll ask if you have any questions for me."
He threw the binder closed and tossed it off to the side, extremely carelessly. Hermione felt herself seething, her chest rising quickly while her cheeks turned warm with anger.
"Yes I do have a question. Do your staff members like you, sir?" She asked bluntly, not caring if the question was odd. She was about to go on a rampage.
His eyebrows lifted and a small smirk graced his lips. Oh she was furious now.
"I'm very well liked by my staff. We actually all celebrate the holidays together." He stated. Hermione squinted her eyes.
"And have I done something to offend you during this interview, Mr. Malfoy?" She questioned, emphasizing mister as if to mock him and his title.
"Not at all." Was all he said. He was challenging her. She wouldn't back down.
"Then may I ask, is there something that's bothering you for you to plainly disregard me during this meeting?" She said, uncrossing her ankles and sitting up straighter. Mr. Malfoy eyed her movement before holding her line of vision for ten seconds. With a slow, deliberate breath, he leaned back in his chair and casually began insulting her.
"You've approached this interview as if you were already going to be hired. The charm you tried to use came off as arrogant and honestly, childishly flippant. I don't know what you and Ms. Stone discussed, but I can assure you, Ms. Granger, there are other candidates who are just as qualified as you if not more since they did not throw their accomplishments around like it was snow on Christmas Day." He explained, removing his glasses halfway through his sentences.
Hermione's mouth popped open.
"You asked me about my accomplishments, sir." She defended with disbelief.
"And you responded with conceit." He returned.
"Maybe because I'm proud of them." She replied with fire in her eyes. He smiled and the fire spread.
"Or maybe because you like to hear yourself talk." He remarked.
A noise fell out of her mouth, like a squeak of utter stun. Hermione inhaled sharply when he stood from his desk.
"If there's nothing else to discuss here, then please enjoy the rest of the day. Thank you for coming in but I think we'll be heading in another direction." He told her.
"You haven't even considered me for the position since the second question you asked." Hermione argued, rising to her feet as well to stop him from walking her to the door. They stood toe to toe. He was very tall even in her heels. He seemed to enjoy this, grinning down at her from head to toe like she was some small child.
"Not true, Ms. Granger. I have made a fair assessment of your abilities and concluded they do not match the ones needed for this job." He said calmly, but she knew it was bollocks. Her pulse was thrumming under her skin, hands balled at her sides
"I have plenty of abilities—"
"Abilities outside of running your mouth?" He said darkly, his eyes calculated.
"Plenty. But I usually find my mouth to be my best line of defense for handling arseholes who think they can intimidate people." She boldly stated.
He seemed shocked. Good.
"And what do those arseholes do to get you to shut up?" He said taking another step which caused her to look down once, a bit fearful. It only seemed to spur him on. His grin grew.
"Nothing. No one has ever been able to control me." She said defiantly, watching his pink tongue slip out to run over his rosy lips.
"I bet I can be the first." He mumbled.
Mr. Malfoy harshly grabbed the back of her head, forcing his mouth onto hers. Hermione made a cry of protest, mumbling through their smushed lips. Her hands automatically came up to his chest, ready to shove him away, but Mr. Malfoy anticipated that. He brought his other hand down to her hips, groping her arse and pushing their bodies together. Locking her in place.
With his lips still moving against hers, Hermione tried to pull away for air and yell at him.
"Fucking—" There was an insult coming, but she was interrupted when pushed her head back, his tongue now seeking hers out.
Her pulse was still hot, and the anger hadn't left her bones. For whatever reason, being roughly snogged by the man made her feel better. So she kissed him harder and pushed her tongue into his mouth. He surprisingly moaned, a noise so deep and rattling that it caused her to whimper in response.
Mr. Malfoy squeezed her arse, causing her to roughly bite his lip. He scoffed and pulled on her hair, causing her to detach from his mouth.
"Such a bratty thing." He commented and Hermione panted when his hand reached down to lift up her skirt. "Do you treat all your possible future bosses this way?" He quietly asked, fingers now dancing up her thigh.
Hermione glared at him.
"Only when they act foul." She spat at him, but he just chuckled. His fingers danced closer to her knickers and she shivered while watching his teeth take his bottom lip.
"I'd be willing to hire you if you showed a change in attitude, Ms. Granger." He lowly said, fingertips brushing over the damp spot covering her cunt. He grinned and she clenched her thighs around his hand. He tilted his head to the side, observing her behavior. Her nostrils flared as she took in quick breaths.
"And how do you propose I do that? Mr. Malfoy?" She said his name with venom, despite the quivering ache between her legs.
"Easy. All you have to do is show you know how to keep your mouth shut." His hand left her thigh and soon, he was pushing her head and shoulder down, making her awkwardly fall to her knees. With one hand still tangled in her now messy hair, Mr. Malfoy quickly zipped down his trousers and tugged his briefs down. His cock lightly bounced up, stiff and erect, pale and soft with a flushed tip. Hermione looked up, ready to tell him to fuck off but he spoke first.
"You said you're good with your mouth. Show me Ms. Granger your incessant bragging was at least true." He demanded, pulling her head forward.
She was so angry with the position he put her, the taunts and insults. She wanted to make him come in twenty seconds just to prove she was superior. Reaching forward with her hand, she angled his cock into her mouth, ignoring the push on the back of her head.
She pushed him as far down in her throat as she could manage, holding herself on him to get centimeters further. Pride flowed through her when he released a baritone moan. So she gathered as much spit on her tongue then pulled her mouth back to the tip. Hermione did the same action three times, swallowing him til she was on the brink of gagging then slowly bringing her lips back to his tip. There would be no slow build up, as soon as she was done with the long swallows, she quickly bobbed her mouth on him, using her hand to twist and tug and coat her saliva on him.
"I like you with your mouth full Ms. Granger." He panted from above and she tried to pull off of him to make a remark but he suddenly thrusted into her, keeping her head firmly in place while her nose nuzzled the mess of curls at the base of him.
"Defiant. Undisciplined. Emotional. I don't think you'd be a good fit here if you keep letting criticism get to you." He said, thrusting into her mouth. Hermione couldn't lie, she enjoyed the way he was handling her. If he wasn't so rude she'd actually find Mr. Malfoy to be appealing. But he was just an unfairly handsome prick with a large and pretty cock.
Hermione continued to softly gag, his length wasn't anything to sniff at, but she was upset he acted like a massive prick and could back it up.
"There you go Ms. Granger. Quick learner. Doing what your boss wants gets you far here."
Hermione took a hand and placed it under her skirt, settling the material so it bunched around her waist. She was already having him fuck her mouth, there was no shame in at least getting some pleasure. Her fingers went under her drenched knickers, clit engorged and painfully sensitive. She moaned when he hit her tonsils.
"Certainly want someone that finds pleasure in helping others." He groaned and she looked up. His eyes intently focused on her, mouth barely parted, cheeks flushed and manly beard accentuating his authoritativeness. Fuck fuck him for being so attractive.
Hermione's eyes rolled back when she inserted a finger into her soaking cunt, Mr. Malfoy's hips faltered and he indulged in her mouth for ten more seconds before quickly pulling her off. Drool fell from her lips and dribbled onto her chin. Hermione was quick to wipe it off, legs moving like jelly as he squeezed her arms and lifted her to her feet.
He kissed her hard, tongue lapping at her mouth like he was attempting to have her for lunch. Hermione lifted her hands, angrily tugging at his hair, trying to convey how irritated she was with him. It apparently only made him more turned on, because Mr. Malfoy groaned deeply, the noise morphing into a growl. He spun them around, still harshly kissing, and pushed her back into his desk.
The sharp edge of the desk against her bum made her gasp, but he didn't care. He sat her on the wood, hands coming up to fist the fabric of her blouse. He pulled with one hard tug, ripping the material in half and dragging it off her body. He looked down, hands palming her breasts and teasing her erect nipples through the lacy bra.
"Fantastic pair of tits. This certainly wasn't mentioned on your resume." He teased and she frowned. She grabbed his hands and took them off of her, but Mr. Malfoy resisted the action and began struggling with her for dominance. It was an easy loss for her, his strength was overpowering and when he finally had control of both wrists, he leaned back until her body hit the desk and her hands were pinned above her head.
"Feisty little thing." He growled against her neck, biting into her sensitive flesh. Hermione pushed her chest up into him when he trailed his tongue over the valley of her breast, his beard causing goosebumps to rise. He smirked. "Even in all your fury you can't deny me Ms. Granger."
"Who's the arrogant one now?" She questioned sarcastically, earning a dark expression from him. He pushed her hands together and took both wrists in one of his large palms. He then reached up her skirt and pulled away her knickers. Hermione might have moved her bum up to help him, but she wouldn't admit to it.
"Still you. And I think it's time you realize—" He began, placing his cock at her entrance. "You will be under me for the duration of your employment." He whispered with a deranged smile while pushing into her waiting cunt, stretching her to the brim as he buried himself deep inside.
Hermione's jaw went slack, flutters of moans lost between them and they experienced the feeling. Mr. Malfoy held her wrists with both hands again, using his leverage to quickly pound inside her dripping cunt. She did her best to keep quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he felt bloody amazing.
"Oh now you want to be quiet, hm?" He grunted, teeth biting down on her lobe, beard running up her neck. "Can't shut up but you're spreading her legs wide open for a job?" He whispered, lips sneering.
"Shut up." She said but it came out like a whimper when he held a deep thrust. Her walls clenched.
"Mouthy brat." He said irritatedly and released a hand to shove his fingers inside her mouth. Hermione sucked on them hard, looking at Mr. Malfoy and holding his eye contact. His iris' overrun by his pupils, expression mirroring someone so consumed by their own pleasure, they weren't even aware of where they were.
"Maybe anytime I'm tired of hearing you talk I should just fuck your mouth. You seemed to like that." He suggested with an evil glint in his eyes. Hermione's cheeks flushed, her response came by sucking his fingers harder into her mouth.
"Oh you do like having your mouth full of me. Do you like the way I fill your pretty cunt too?" He said with a false sense of sweetness. Sweat slid down his neck and Hermione felt her stomach tighten with the words.
"Yes you do. You like the way I fuck you." Mr. Malfoy was pistoling into her. The relentless pound of his hips into her caused her to cry around his fingers. He loved it and somehow sped up his pace.
"Oh yeah? Ms. Granger, I had no idea you were such a dirty girl."
Hermione's thighs pulled tighter against his hips. Mr. Malfoy pushed himself off her body while removing his fingers from her mouth. Fingers enclosed around her throat, giving her a soft squeeze that made her gasp and eyes roll into her head.
"A dirty, fucking brat who loves to take my cock." He said and she finally released a loud, unhinged moan. His eyes were glued to her chest, watching her tits bounce with each pronounced thrust. Mr. Malfoy could feel himself coming. "A brat that likes to be fucked like a whore—fuck!"
Mr. Malfoy let out a long, sensual growl, his hips pushed into her so deep she briefly felt him at her cervix. He came inside, cock pulsing while her walls still fluttered. Hermione began whining, trying to stir her hips to get him to keep going since she didn't come. Mr. Malfoy seemed unbothered, basking in the feel of his orgasm while still holding her in place.
With careful blinks, he looked down and watched her pout. A sinister expression came over his face and he quickly let her go, pulling her to stand up by her arms.
"Mr. Mal—"
"Shut up." He said and Hermione actually and quite surprisingly listened. He turned her by the shoulders, pushing her back onto the desk. She leaned down as Mr. Malfoy pushed her skirt up over her hips. His fingers slid over her dripping folds and massaged her clit. He got to his knees and pressed forward, tongue sliding upwards to the tight little hole.
Mr. Malfoy began flicking his tongue and sliding his fingers over her clit. Hermione cried out, grinding her hips to feel his coarse beard on her bum. His tongue lapped, no doubt finding some of his own seed on his lips. She groaned at the thought, how he didn't care about tasting himself, only wanting her. Mr. Malfoy was such a surprise.
Her stomach was ready to spring free, the heat spreading to her toes. A delicious feeling coming over her as she hardly pressed the pad of his fingers into her clit while rubbing furiously. Hermione stretched her bum higher, pushing it farther into his mouth. He boldly pushed a finger into her back hole, more than just the tip of his thumb, but pegging her with half an index finger. She felt full, the bizarre feeling making her moan wildly.
Her thighs tightened before all muscles in her body unwound, her quivering cunt pulsed as he greedily licked at everything. Hermione's hands clutched the wood of the desk, scratching her nails deep against the grain. Her chest throat was raw with her screams, the sensation of his fingers and tongue became overwhelming. She didn't need to say anything though, Mr. Malfoy pulled away then motioned for her to lay on her back.
Mr. Malfoy leaned over her, grabbing her jaw and deeply kissing her. Tongues swept over one another, tangy tastes and forbidden flavors swapped. Hermione sighed deeply when he slowed down. Then he leaned up briefly, smiling brightly at her.
"Bubble juice." He said and she grinned.
"Bubble juice." She replied and let him pull them both to stand. His arms circled around her, rubbing over her back and planting kisses over her neck.
"That was so good. You were marvelous, love." He whispered and Hermione lazily hummed. "Did I hurt you? Was there anything you didn't enjoy?"
Hermione shook her head, kissing his cheek before pulling his face in front of her.
"No, it was all really good. Nothing felt uncomfortable and it was all extremely hot." She said with a sly grin, tracing her thumb over his pink cheek. Draco grinned, turning his head to capture her thumb and gently suck on it. Hermione's eyes darkened for a second. He pulled away then kissed the tip.
"You are very sexy all fired up. I should do it more often outside of role playing." Draco teased but still intended to do it.
"Only if you promise the same energy from today." Hermione requested and Draco smirked.
"Of course." He said, sealing his promise with a kiss. She happily sighed, fingers reaching up to scratch his beard, enjoying the sound like a cat would pawing at a file board. She looked at the hairs fondly, then began to pout.
"Are you going to shave now?" She questioned, Draco immediately detecting the sadness.
"What? Are you attached to it after all this time?" He asked with a chuckle. She merely shrugged, then leant her head against his chest.
"Don't know. Suppose I have." She said then looked up. "It fits well with your glasses I think. The next roleplay scene we do should be you as a librarian." She suggested and Draco hands roamed down to her bum.
"Mmm. And you the naughty student who can't keep quiet?" He guessed but already knew the direction she was going. He reached for her bum, lightly massaging.
"Possibly. So I propose, you leave the beard. For at least another week." She commanded with humor in her voice. Draco chuckled, playing with her hair.
"And another week after that?" He suggested.
"Perhaps. Maybe another after that too." She added.
They quietly laughed, Draco pulled her skirt back in place and tucked himself into his trousers. With a deep and loud sigh, he grinned down at her, cradling her head.
"A good November." He commented and pecked her lips.
"A great November." She replied with a smile.
A/N: FIN! Thank you for all that have read and indulged me in my Draco beard fantasy. Hope you liked it!
