Prompted on tumblr. I am doing these all day so feel free to leave me a request with a pairing of your choice here or at mrsren96.
"Harry is on the other side of the door!" Hermione whispers, panicked and her eyes are wide. "Have you completely lost your mind?"
His smile is wide, and she glares back. "Only for you, love."
She shakes her head as he backs her toward the wall non the other end of their shared office is glass, where anyone below could see them. "Draco, we can't—stop that!"
His teeth scrape her throat, and he silences her by digging his fingers into her hips through her skirt. "Shhh, or he'll hear you."
"Oh, God." She groans, moving her hips toward him when his hand slips between her legs.
He tugs her blouse, and the buttons pop open, some scattering across the carpet. "However," he clicks his tongue. "It makes no difference to me if you scream. I'll keep fucking you." Two fingers pump into her. "Still wet from this morning, Granger?"
"I—fuck you, Malfoy." She hisses. That morning, he'd bent her over a conference room table, dragging her skirt up and taking her knickers before tucking them into his pocket.
He'd fucked her like that, the table digging into her thighs, where anyone could walk in. He told her if they did, he wouldn't stop.
Not even for a second.
"What was that?" His voice is low in her ear, a low rasp that makes her shake against him while his fingers pump into her.
She always caves. Draco rarely teases her for it, relishing in her want—maybe she should call it a need—to submit. Giving in always results in her legs shaking so badly she's unable to walk, but she really wishes he wouldn't accost her at work as much.
"Liar," Draco murmurs when she says it out loud. He drops to his knees before her, eyes darker than she's ever seen, and her legs threaten to buckle. "You love knowing anyone could see you like this." His lips press to the inside of her thigh. "With your legs spread—" Another kiss to her thigh, this one higher. "Whimpering and moaning my name—"
It's too much.
"Are you going to talk, or fuck me?"
The first flick of his tongue makes her pull his hair, and he has to hold her up before she crashes to the floor beside him. With his fingers gripping her thighs while she pushes herself forward, Hermione tumbles over the edge with a scream that's barely bottled in her throat.
"Come here." She tells him, her voice weak. "We have to be fast." She doesn't say that Harry is waiting for her still, not when mentioning anything else outside their little bubble will ruin the mood.
"He's oblivious."
Hermione rolls her eyes. "Shut yo and get on with it."
"So bloody romantic." He grumbles.
She picks the position, not bothering to move off the floor to her desk—which they've made use of more than once—or the sofa—where many late nights were spent. With the coarse carpet under her knees, Hermione sighs when Draco unzips his trousers.
The fumble—it's all she can call it when they're always like this, seeking the other out—is quick, and she can barely breathe when he slides into her.
"Fuck." He groans and his nails scrape down her back as it arches.
It makes her toes curl until he stops and she blows out a harsh breath. From the way Draco tenses, he heard it.
"Sorry," he mutters.
Looking back at him, she bites her lip. "For the absolute millionth time, I like it when you scratch my back, so stop apologizing."
Draco grumbles, but she isn't if the mind to ask him exactly what when he slams into her. She's likely to have carpet burns across her chest and tits from the way he presses her into the floor, and she whimpers.
He reaches between their bodies, and rubs her clit. "That's it."
She's close, teetering on the edge of second orgasm that she's desperate for. "Harder." Hermione mewls.
His hips slap against her while he scratches her back and she's gone. Blissfully falling, Hermione rolls onto her back. They're both covered in sweat.
He's grinning like he's won something. "Still want to meet Potter for lunch or do you want to go to mine?"
Panting, she asks if he can be ready again that fast.
"What kind of man do you take me for? I'm offended, Granger."