He took her hand, and turned them to a corridor where no one was lurking. She followed behind him as he dragged her forward. She heard voices behind several doors, some moaning, some just whispering, and she barely had a moment to wonder if this wasn't a bit inappropriate for a Ministry gathering when he turned them down a dark corridor and pressed her against a wall.
Fifteen mistletoe branches followed like little ducklings.
He ran his hands over her hips, and dipped his head to kiss her. Softly at first. He pulled back, and she looked up to see one mistletoe bob away. Before she could count the rest, he pulled his mask off and placed his hand on her face again, pulling her mouth back to him. He parted her lips and tasted her, thumb brushing her cheek.
She sighed into his mouth when he pulled back again, and she didn't even check if another branch floated away. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he stepped closer to her, pressing his hips to her. He moaned when her tongue slipped against his, and she moved her hands into his hair. He pulled her body flush with his, cradling her head in one hand, the other arm around her back.
When he moved his mouth across her jaw, lips sucking on her neck, she opened her eyes to see four mistletoe branches still left. She didn't pull him back to her mouth. She didn't count anymore. She'd let him decide when he wanted to stop and head back to the party. If he wanted to head back.
She moaned when he attached his lips to the skin above her clavicle, and he grabbed her backside in both hands. She thought he would lift her up, press her back into the wall, and start to take her right there. He didn't. He continued to suck at her neck, squeezing her ass.
She grabbed his head and directed him back to her lips. His tongue pressed into her slowly, like they had time. Like they weren't in the open, with a party around the corner, and several enchanted branches weren't suspiciously leaving the area they were in, like breadcrumbs.
He ran his hands up her ribs, barely touching her as his mouth worked against hers. He groaned against her when she pulled his bottom lip between her teeth.
She thought that would work. She thought he'd turn her around, press her into the wall, and pull up her dress.
He didn't. His tongue delved back into her mouth, drinking her in.
She ran her hands down his chest to his trousers, reaching and cupping him. He sighed into her mouth and pressed forward into her hand and whispered, "Perfect," against her lips.
When she unbuttoned him, he finally pulled back, pressing his forehead into hers and heaving against her face. He grabbed her hands, looked up and down the hallway, and pulled her behind him as he opened a few doors. He passed closets and office rooms and bathrooms, closing each door once he'd looked inside.
"Malfoy, what are you –"
"There's a bedroom down here. I know there is."
"Take many witches in the downstairs bedroom of the Goddard's Mansion?" she teased.
"All mansions built in the 1200s have ground floor guest rooms."
"Of course. How silly of me to forget." He shut another closet door. "We don't need a bedroom," she huffed.
He opened the door to a spacious bathroom, and before he could close it, she barreled her way past him, dragging him inside and shutting the door behind them. He looked around the room, frowning. She pushed him against the closed door and kissed him again. Both of his hands cradled her face while she unbuttoned his dress shirt.
Her fingers dragged across the skin of his chest, loving the way his stomach heaved with each breath. When she pulled at his belt, he lifted her off the ground, hands on her waist. She laughed at the breathless feeling.
He walked them back and dropped her on the edge of the sink. Wrapping her legs around him, she smiled into his neck, kissing his jaw. He pushed up her dress, up over her knees, and skated his hands up her thighs, his thumbs brushing the soft skin there.
He spread her legs further, pulled back from her, and dropped to his knees, tugging her hips closer to the edge.
"Wait, no—" She grabbed his shoulders. "You don't have to. I'm ready."
He looked up at her, blinking. "What?"
"I already know how good you are with your mouth, Malfoy." She laughed a raspy sound and pulled him up to her again. "I won't take long, I promise."
He opened his mouth, brows pulling together, and she kissed him before he could argue. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, devouring him.
She unbuttoned his trousers, and gripped him before he could say another word. He sighed into her mouth, and pulled her hips to him.
When he pressed into her, she moaned before he was even fully inside. He dropped his forehead to her neck and started a slow pace. She squeezed her thighs around him, keeping him close, and when she started rolling her hips, inviting him in, he whispered something against her chest.
"More," she groaned.
He kissed her again, grabbing one of her knees to press her closer. She reached behind her and found the zipper on her dress, trying to drag it down. He must have seen her in the mirror, because then he was helping her, prying the fabric from her torso and dragging his fingers over her breasts.
"Hermione," he huffed against her cheek, and she shivered, squeezing him.
He groaned and his hips moved faster. His hand moved between them, fingers circling her clit and she gasped, clutching at his hair. Something drumming inside of her, his cock dragging against her walls as they tightened, and he pressed on her clit with strong even strokes. She came with a yell.
He continued on her clit, slowing down his thrusts.
"No. Faster," she wheezed.
"Gonna make you come again."
"You don't have to." She kissed his lips and pulled his hips toward her. "Just finish. We have to get back."
He paused, still hard inside of her. "Come home with me then."
She pulled back and looked at him, puffing hard on his face. "What?"
"Come home with me, and I'll take my time with you tonight."
She lifted her brow. The idea was tempting… but Draco Malfoy didn't "take his time." And certainly never took girls home. She pressed her lips together and teased, "You don't want that. There might be cuddling. And you know you'll have to make me breakfast in the morning-"
"Alright."
She stared at him, brows pulling together while one of his hands found her breast again.
"Really?" She eyed him critically.
"Well, I'll order it in." He smiled down at her, starting to move within her again. "French toast or something."
"Oh, no then," she hummed, teasing. "Just finish yourself off quick. I won't go home with you for anything less than scrambled eggs made by Draco Malfoy himself."
Maybe they could stay here just a bit longer… If he kept doing that to her clit, he could take all the time he wanted. What truly was waiting for her at the party except fifteen feral mistletoe?
"I'll need to have the carton of eggs delivered, if that's okay."
She laughed, and gasped when he thrust deep. "What else will you make me?"
"We'll have leftover eggnog—"
"Fresh eggnog. You're ordering a new carton anyway."
"Fresh eggnog." He punctuated with a thrust that had her biting her lip. "And I suppose if someone was willing to wake up early with me, she could show me how to make French toast."
"Someone is not. Someone plans to be bonelessly exhausted after you make her come seven more times tonight." She smiled into his chest.
"Seven. Merlin, Granger." He sucked at her neck, digging his fingers into her hips.
"Yes, these are"—she gasped—"these are the requirements for me coming home with you, Malfoy. You may want to rethink your priorities."
"I better get to work, then," he brushed across her ear, tilting her backwards until her shoulders and head pressed against the mirror.
The change of direction made her moan and he rubbed at her clit slowly, matching the pace of his hips.
"Faster, please."
He didn't listen to her, but pressed her thigh back to her chest, leaning over her. He sucked at her chest, licking patterns over her breasts that had her squirming. She leveraged the mirror behind her head to arch her chest toward him, bowing her back and tilting her hips.
When she started to climb again, and he still hadn't increased the speed of his thrusts, she huffed and said, "Is there a reason you won't fuck me like your other girls?"
His hips stuttered and stopped. His eyes met hers over her chest where his lips were sucking on her breast. A pop as he released the skin.
"What?"
"Looking for a bed? Wanting me to come home with you? Do you think I'm delicate, or something?" she growled. "My breakup was months ago. I don't need to be treated like glass."
Spots of pink popped high on his cheekbones, and he said, "I don't think you're delicate—"
"Then why won't you fuck me?" she grumbled.
He pushed his hair back and slid out of her with some effort. His cock was leaking, and she regretted doing this when he'd been so close.
He met her eyes, and looked away before asking, "What do you want me to do differently?"
"I want you to treat me like your other girls—"
"You're not like the other girls!"
She stared at him, and pulled her dress up over her chest, feeling very naked all of a sudden.
Eyes drifting to the bathroom tiles, she whispered, "I know I may not be as… promiscuous as the others. Or as forward. But I can still be fucked in a bathroom stall at 10:30 in the morning. Or in one of the supply closets. I can be adventurous, Malfoy," she grumbled.
He was silent for a moment, and she didn't dare look at him, until he said, "I don't want that with you." He looked away from her, running his hand through his hair again, and she felt like there was an insult in there somewhere until he continued.
"I don't want to fuck you during the day, when it has to be quick," he said, shaking his head at the floor. "Or drag you into a closet where I can't see you naked, see you spread out." He looked up at her, voice raising as he said, "And I don't want to wait for the next office party to have an excuse to offer you a good time. I don't want to have to bribe the decorator to bring in fifteen fucking mistletoe just so I can try to kiss you again!"
Her face flushed and she yelled, "I don't want that either! I hate those fucking mistletoe!"
"So, just come home with me!"
"I don't want breakfast—"
"Then date me!"
"Date you?"
"Yes!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Let's go get dinner!"
"WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO FEED ME?"
"I'M NOT TRYING TO FEED YOU! I'M TRYING TO DATE YOU!"
She panted, feeling faint. She watched him do the same.
"Since when?"
"I guess... since Halloween."
"Oh bullshit, Malfoy," she hissed and jumped off the counter. "You've been carrying on with other girls just fine since then. Perfectly content to live that bachelor life." She tugged up her dress, trying to zip it back up. She didn't know what game he was playing, but she didn't want to play.
"I... yes, I have been seeing people since Halloween," he said, and Hermione snorted. "But I wanted to see you again. More than anything." He grabbed her elbows before they could dislocate at their current angle, still struggling with her zipper. "Since that night in your office, Hermione—"
She jumped at the use of her name outside of whispered grunts and growls of pleasure.
"Please, Malfoy," she spat. "Don't pretend you've been pining for me." She tore her arms from his grasp and bent to pull one of her heels back on. "You moved on pretty quickly if I remember. Her name was Vanessa, wasn't it? In Accounting?"
He blinked at her, and she sent him a smirk, catching him bluffing.
"I moved on? You were the one too ashamed to even speak to me after it happened."
She felt her jaw drop. "Ashamed! I took it for what it was! A great one-night stand. The only thing I'm ashamed about is that I'm now roped in the same category as the Vanessas of the world, and the Maisies, and Elizas, and Roxannes, and Mirandas—"
"And what category would that be?" he snarled back at her.
"Draco Malfoy's slags."
She gave a mighty tug on the zipper, feeling the teeth come together all the way to the top, and turned to the door, ignoring the wooden expression on his face. She wrenched open the bathroom door and found fifteen mistletoe branches bobbing happily before her eyes.
"ARRGHH!" she screamed, grabbing one from the air and tearing it into pieces, berries flying to all sides, leaves crunching between her twisting fingers. She threw it on the ground, spiked another one into the wall, batted away the others, and stomped back to the party.