Side-ship: Brigita Zabini/Butler

"I'm going to murder Pansy." Hermione stumbled into his study, and draped herself over the couch. Her work robes were presumably dropped off somewhere outside.

He looked up from his report, and his mouth quirked into half a smirk. Pushing aside his report he leaned back in his chair, propped his feet up onto the desk, and said, "What'd Pansy do now?"

She kneaded her temple slowly and said, "She made a little trip into my office today. Apparently, she's donating to my Golden Snidget support repository."

He made a humming sort of sound and indicated for her to continue.

"Then she said she was hoping to see you, her friend Brigita wanted to see if she could meet you for lunch, putting substantial emphasis on the fact that she's pureblooded, rich and.. 'actually interested in continuing the Malfoy line.'" There was a tremble on the last few words.

Draco sighed, then crossed the room. He turned her lightly so she was curled into his side. Brushing a few stray tendrils out of her face, he kissed her forehead tenderly.

"Brigita Zabini is the dullest airhead I've ever had the misfortune to meet. At my mother's Yule gala last month, she really asked her whether she hired the pixies on the Christmas tree. And the whole reason she's trying to marry is that she's pregnant with her butler's baby, so her parents want to pass off the child as a legitimate son."

Hermione peered up at him. "That's so horrible," she said softly, fingering his jumper.

"Do I need to have a talk with Pansy?" He asked, the arm slung over her shoulder rubbing patterns onto her skin.

She deflated somewhat. "No. I mean, what she did say is true," she muttered.

He grimaced. "Hermione, I don't care at all that you're not ready for children yet. I care about you, and if the Malfoy line ends with me, that's that, yeah?"

"Yeah," she said. Her eyes sauntered along to the framed photo of Pansy on the mantle, smirking broadly. She glared at the perpetually beaming woman.

Draco snorted and gently tugged her curls. "If looks could kill...Pansy would've died yesterday."

"No," she responded. "I would've hacked her to death a week ago, cut up her body parts into tiny portions and mailed it to all her idiotic society friends, each with a letter explaining why pureblood society is mind-numbingly horrific."

He huffed out a breathy sort of laugh. "Sounds specific."

"I've given it some consideration."

He snickered at that. "Go right ahead."

She gawked at him, mildly appalled. "Draco! You're an auror you're not supposed to encourage me!"

He rolled his eyes. "Pfftt. I can do whatever I want. If my wife wants to murder my ex-girlfriend, I can most certainly help her." He winked down at her.

She laughed.

"Remember to wear gloves." He whispered into her ear.

She turned her head, facing his chin, matching his tone. "Yeah? What if I get caught?"

He grinned. "Then you'll be the accused victim desperate to do anything to be pardoned, and I'll be the corrupt auror."

She giggled, then climbed into his lap, straddling him. "Auror Malfoy, please let me go free. I'm willing to do anything." she pleaded.

The laughter in his eyes died as they darkened. He raised an eyebrow. "Anything, Miss Granger?" his voice rumbled.

She bit her lip deliberately, and snaked her hand towards his cock.

"Anything," she murmured.

He pulled down his pants and kicked them off, his member straining against his boxers.

"Best get to work then." He groaned. "Prove you're as honest a woman as you say."

She then fell to the floor between his knees, stroking him through the fabric. "Oh, I will. "

She did. Thoroughly.