Everything but the plot belongs to JK Rowling.
This chapter is a long one, and includes my first sex scene - so hopefully it's decent. Enjoy!
Chapter 11
It was 15 minutes into the debate, and Draco wasn't sure what to think. Hermione was visibly nervous behind the podium.
He was quite proud of the outfit he had put together. A tight purple dress that came down to her mid calves, and a sensible, but fitted tan blazer. Her arse looked delectable in the tight dress. He tried to dismiss the thought and listen to what was going on.
So far, the only points Percy had gotten in were digs about Hermione's personal life. Thankfully, Hermione brushed it off saying , "One's dating life, or lack thereof, in my case," she joked, "should in no way be the metric by which voters judge a candidate. I would like to be judged on my policy positions, not on what the gossip columnists have to say about my lunch companions." She got quite a few laughs from the crowd. Draco couldn't help but be a bit proud of his witch's witty response.
Wait, his witch? Where did that come from? Hermione Granger, muggle-born bookworm, was certainly not his witch. No matter how much he secretly wanted her to be. "It's fine," he said to himself watching her impress the crowd with her well researched responses to the panel's questions. "It's just a little crush, you'll get over it, you won't have to see her once this bloody campaign is over. You'll get over it. No problem, no siree."
He turned from his thoughts to listen to the next question.
"Ms. Granger," an elderly Warlock began, "not only are you extraordinarily young, but you are also relatively new to our world, and propose ideas that I believe threaten our longstanding traditions and norms, what do you say to those who think that our Minister should be someone well versed in our world, one who understands all the ins and outs of our society?"
Hermione took a deep breath, and Draco could tell she was fighting down irritation. After a few seconds of silence, she began "That is a good question sir," she started, surprising Draco with her politeness at the Warlock's thinly veiled racism.
"I am new to this world, especially relative to the esteemed members of the Wizengamot, but that is exactly what we need. Without new blood, both figuratively and literally, our society will die out. Creatures that don't adapt, don't survive. Our society is at risk of losing our lives because we simply cannot adapt. Instead of abhorring muggles, we should take a cue from them. They are inventing and acquiring new ideas. Progressing their society at an impressive rate. Yet, we stand here like it is the middle ages, unchanging. If we fail to adapt, the young will start to reject our stagnate culture, and where will your traditions be then?"
"I am not only speaking figuratively when I say that if we do not accept change, we will die out. New research suggests that fertility rates in couples, in which both partners are pureblood, have much lower fertility rates than those in which one or both partners have mixed blood or are muggle born. This has to be addressed. Before you react, I am not saying that we need to make a law to make purebloods marry muggleborns or anything ridiculous like that. What I am saying is that if we don't stop the prejudice that is so ingrained in our institutions and 'traditions,' the trend of blood with like blood will continue. Then, not only will our traditions die out, but our people will too. There is so much more at risk here than we realize, and we cannot just sit back and let the status quo do. I believe it would be dangeriously irresponsible to do so."
Draco smiled and watched as not only the crowd, but the Wizengamot, sat silently for a few moments and took in her words.
"You're rebuttal Undersecretary Weasley?" the moderator said.
Draco listened to Percy stumble through a poorly thought out response. He clearly hadn't seen this coming. The rest of the debate went smoothly for Hermione, and Draco couldn't wipe the smile off his face.
After the debate the pair stumbled out of the floo, practically delirious with relief and excitement.
"Granger, that was fucking amazing! You nailed that prick to the wall!" Draco exclaimed.
"I know," she grinned broadly, "I didn't know I had it it me to be honest, thank you so much for all your help preparing! I couldn't have done it without you," she rambled excitedly and threw herself in his arms.
He put his arms around her, he could smell her all around him, her vanilla scent penetrating his senses. When she pulled back and looked at him, he couldn't help himself. She smelled so good and she was so fucking beautiful standing there smiling at him, excitement shimmering in her warm, brown eyes. He slammed his lips on hers aggressively, and weaved his hands through her thick curls.
After a moment of hesitation, Hermione responded in kind, moving her lips in sync with his.
"Oh God," Hermione thought to herself, as Draco's tongue softly, but firmly, brushed against her own. "His lips are so damn soft she thought, and his tongue. What I wouldn't give to feel that tongue on my...wait" she thought. "I can't do this! He is my campaign manager! It is a conflict of interest. This is bad Hermione bad, bad! Stop this right now Hermione or there will be consequences!" she continued to lecture herself.
The moment Draco's smooth lips moved down to the sensitive spot on her neck under her ear, her inner lecture stopped and all coherent thought went out the window. "Ohhh" she moaned aloud as he continued to move his lips downward towards her chest.
When his lips reached her collarbone, he started to slowly unbutton her shirt. Her jacket had already been lost in the frenzy of kisses, she really couldn't tell when exactly. As he worked on her buttons, she began on his.
He whispered in her ear, "Hermione, are you sure you want to do this?"
Any reservations she might have still held went out the window when she heard him whisper her name.
"Gods yes, Draco," she replied.
"Oh, I love how that sounds coming from your mouth," he moaned. "I am going to make you say it again and again,"
She felt her already damp knickers become soaked at his words, and she could feel his erection pressed up against her. By this time, he had pressed her up against the wall, pressing his hard body into her in a way that felt perfect.
"Draco," she began. "Would you mind if we moved this to the bedroom?" she whispered shyly.
Draco didn't respond. He only picked her up and began to carry her to the room. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began kissing his neck fervently. By the time they made their way to the bed, somehow both their shirts had come off, as well as her skirt.
Their lips continued their assault on one another, while their hands explored each others' bodies.
Hermione was lost to thought by the time Draco slipped his hands inside her knickers and began to gently rub her clit in circles.
Hermione let out a small mewling sound, and he must have taken it as permission to continue, because she felt one finger slowly enter her, soon joined by another. Hermione moaned into Draco's ear.
"Merlin Granger, you are so wet for me," he whispered hoarsly.
At his words hermione's arousal only grew, heat coiling in her belly and building. Draco continued his ministrations, removing her knickers in the process as she worked on the buttons of his pants. When she was painfully close to her release, he stopped, quickly rid himself of his underwear, and posed himself at her entrance.
"Please, Draco" she whispered.
With that, he entered her in one quick thrust and paused. "Gods granger, you're so fucking tight," he moaned, staying still. She grabbed his arse, digging her nails in, taking in the pleasurable feeling of being so full.
Draco began to move slowly, she could feel every inch of him with each stroke. Every time he pushed, she felt him nudge that sweet spot deep inside of her, slowly bringing her back to the brink, closer and closer to the sweet release she craved. She tried to keep quiet, but couldn't help but mewling in pleasure.
"Don't be quiet Granger, I want to hear you. I want to hear you say my name when you come."
"Okay," she said, almost timidly. She had never been loud in bed before, she thought would be embarrassing to let a man know how much he could affect her, but if he wanted to hear her she would let loose a bit.
"Look at me, Granger. When you come, I want you to look me in the eyes and say my name, do you understand?" he said as he continued to thrust in and out of her.
"Yes, she gasped, feeling his cock buried deep inside her, reveling in the feeling.
He began to quicken his strokes, she could tell he was getting closer, and so was she.
She began to feel the buildup of her orgasm as his cock continued to fill her and push that sweet spot.
Both of their breathing became ragged, and when she knew she was about to come she grabbed his face, looked him straight in the eyes, and moaned his name loudly, as she rode the waves of bliss.
A few strokes later, she felt him pulse inside of her, and felt him coat her inner walls.
When they were finished, he slowly pulled out of her, pulled her to lay on top of him, and they lay silently, catching their breath.