First I have to say, I never intended such a large gap between updates. I was planning on writing a bunch in advance, but I got so excited when I finished chapter one, I just had to post it. Since August, I have had a baby (baby number 2), started a new semester of college, and my husband is also back in school but this is his last semester, and he will finally get his degree. I was planning on writing a bunch while I was on Maternity leave but I got a case of writer's block; I know what I want to say, but I apparently suck at writing smut. I enjoy reading it but as soon as I tried to write it, that Catholic guilt showed up and I became a prude. I finally got my mojo back. Thank you all so much for the follows, favorites, and the comments. Thank you to Sassystarbuck09 for your comment and to the guest who left me some very helpful and constructive advice on the first chapter, it was greatly appreciated and I did go back through it and revised. Part of my writers block was my Draco. I was worried that I was writing a winey, pitiful Draco and that he wouldn't be sexy. Not the way I like my Draco. I recently got some more ideas and went back and tried to make him more believable. I hope I did that. I know I promised smut after chapter one but when I went back to add more, this chapter got longer than anticipated. So, I promise. Smut to appear in the next chapter.
Chapter 2.
"I don't want to date you anymore" Hermione blurted.
Silence.
Richmond slowly turned around to meet Hermione's fuming glare.
"What?" Richmond replied shakily.
"I. Don't. Want. To. Date. You. Anymore" She repeated more slowly, hoping he was paying attention that time.
He put his hands in his pockets and merely said "Okay," looking down at his feet afraid to give her any eye contact. Puss.
"Okay. That's it? Okay" she responded, somewhat in awe that it was actually going to be this easy.
"What do you want me to say? We both know this has been over for a while."
"WHAT?" Hermione replied, annoyed, starting to raise her voice.
"I moved out of your room weeks ago. I thought you would have gotten the hint then."
"Gotten the hint? Gotten the hint" Hermione was flabbergasted "Why didn't you just end it then?"
Richmond shrugged. "Because you're Hermione Granger. It's difficult to break up with someone that matters so much to the world."
Hermione thought about the Daily Prophet and how they had been stalked any time they left the flat for the longest time. Richmond, a no one, was suddenly thrust into the limelight, becoming one of the most well-known wizards in the world their age, next to Harry and Malfoy. Other than the numerous degrading articles about Draco Malfoy there really wasn't much else going on that was deemed newsworthy in the Wizarding world.
Hermione took a deep calming breath to try and remain level and composed.
"Look, Richmond, I think you are an interesting and nice guy, just not the guy for me. You're right; this has been over for a while. I think it's best if we remain level headed and friendly. I will make a statement to the Prophet tomorrow stating we mutually decided to end things but remain friends and to please respect our privacy."
Richmond exhaled a sigh of relief. "That sounds great."
Hermione nodded and left the kitchen heading towards her bedroom. She stopped short of the stairs, looked back toward Richmond, and with a smile said "Oh and Richmond, I'm giving you a 30-day notice to remove your belongings from my flat. Get your shit and get out."
With that, she scurried up the stairs to her bedroom.
She wished she had eyes in the back of her head so she could see Richmond's face at that precise moment. She was too afraid to turn around and see it for herself, afraid that she would burst out in a laughing fit if she found his mouth sitting wide open.
She shut the door to her bedroom and smiled. For the first time in a while, she exhaled a sigh of relief. A weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. Why hadn't she done that sooner? Ginny was right she could have had a much better time at the Gala tonight. Maybe she could have danced more with Malfoy. Malfoy? Why had her first thought been Malfoy? Her mind started to wonder and imagined his chiseled body that she felt through his dress robes while they were closely dancing. She bit her lip, attempting to push the image out of her mind. She was now free, and she wasn't going to start thinking about anyone new, especially Malfoy. But she did have to hand it to herself he was definitely not the same boy she once knew, and damn the boy knew how to fill out dress robes.
She took a quick shower washing all the product from her hair and face. She was still reeling from her new found freedom to sleep, but it was very late, so she laid her head, wet hair and all, on her pillow and waited until exhaustion took over.
Draco pushed her down on his bed captivating her mouth with a rushed and forceful kiss. His tongue danced in her mouth attempting to claim hers. She struggled to keep up, but the forcefulness of his kiss was exactly what she wanted, needed. He towered over her and followed her up his bed as she scooted closer to the headboard, never breaking their deep kiss. She could feel his hand find her zipper to her dress, and slowly he pulled it down. When he touched her bare back preparing to remove the dress entirely, her head took a sudden thud when it hit her bedroom floor.
"Wha, wuz going on" Hermione moaned. She looked around her room and found she was on the floor of her bedroom. A dream. The best damn snogging session she had in months, and it was a nothing but a fucking dream. Groaning she pulled herself and her sheets back onto the bed and tried to go back to sleep, while also trying to remove Malfoy completely from her mind.
At this hour, Draco should be in bed, but his nerves still needed settling. Tonight did not go as he had planned. Although, in his plans defense, it was utter bollocks. What did he think was going to happen? She would see him, swoon, and jump into his arms? This was Hermione Fucking Granger we are talking about here. Draco stared at his empty tumbler hoping it would fill back up with anything that would make his annoyance with himself go away. He thought about all the dances she stole with the various bachelors in the room, none of which were her date. Maybe they were on the rocks? His stomach leaped at the idea. Honestly, he didn't know why he was fooling himself. He thought about how much of a good boy he has been since the war ended and his father was given a dementors kiss for his sins. Draco groaned at the thought of his father. He didn't want his thoughts to drift to darker things. He wanted his thoughts to be filled with light and air. He wanted his thoughts to be filled with Hermione Granger. As both his dreams and nightmares often were. Hopefully, tonight his dreams will be filled with the dance they shared. The very brief dance where he was too much of a pussy to ask her to dance and had to cut into one already taking place because he knew she wouldn't make a scene and say no to him. It worked because he did know her, even though he would guess she thought he was the last man on earth that would know her. Leaning back into his office chair he had realized he actually had to trick her just to get her near him. This was an interesting change of events for him. He had turned down quite a few dances with a few slags tonight because he didn't want to give Hermione the wrong idea. Maybe that's what made her so appealing to him. She was always the untouchable fruit. His father would never allow a mud….muggleborn in the family. Old habits die hard. Now he was free of this father tyranny he could pursue whatever fruit he liked, and he had always had his eye on the same Apple, even after all these years. The same sweet, supple, juicy apple. Draco groaned thinking about her juices; slipping down her thighs. Merlin, he needed to get laid. Thinking about her juices was not helping the situation. He thought about leading her to his bed, slowly removing the dress...getting to taste those juices… when he slammed his glass down on his desk.
"Enough" he muttered to his empty office.
He was going to need a cold, lonely shower.
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The next morning, Hermione noticed an extra pep in her step, even with the middle of the night wake up call. She got dressed, attempted to tame her frizz ball hair, and made her way downstairs to start her day.
First thing, after a quick breakfast, she called her parents to let them know her and Richmond had decided to part ways. Mornings was the best time to call due to the eleven-hour time difference. They supported anything she decided as long as she did what made her happy. She asked about things in Australia, discussed the Gala she attended the night before, and exchanged pleasantries but was eager to start her day of errands.
She left her flat and stopped by the Prophet to give a quick statement about her nonexistent relationship and continued to run errands throughout the day which involved removing Richmond from her rent, cell phone plan, and life. She even purchased new locks for her flat to change once he moved out.
Once she finished her errands and headed back to her flat, she was dismayed to see that the privacy she requested was completely and utterly ignored. There was a slew of photographers waiting to ambush her to ask questions and make assumptions about her recent failed relationship. Before the photographers could notice her, she immediately apparated in front of number 12 Grimmauld Place. Ginny opened the door slowly; she obviously was still hungover from the night before. Before she could say anything, Hermione heard a rushed voice behind her.
"Miss Granger, Miss Granger, any comment about your recent breakup with Richmond Atticus?" Ginny's eyes widened, and Hermione was pulled in by the arm while Ginny slammed the door behind them.
"So… I broke up with Richmond" Hermione squeaked, looking up at Ginny through her eyelashes.
Ginny smiled at her, "News travels fast."
Giggles flew from the Potters sitting room as Hermione provided, in full detail, an account of her breakup.
"You did not tell him that?" Ginny said almost spitting out her wine.
"What to get his shit and get out. Damn straight I did" replied Hermione, taking another sip if her wine.
Changing the subject, Hermione asked, "Why were you mad at Harry the night of the Gala?"
Ginny groaned, "I wish I hadn't said anything. Harry, doesn't want to have any more kids. Not that I can blame him, James is a high-strung kid, but I want more. So I've been holding out sex on him. Well, I was. I know that's majorly fucked up of me, and I shouldn't be so childish, but he won't even talk about it. He doesn't want to miss time with more kids while he is an Auror, which is sweet and all but I can't imagine only having one kid."
Hermione was also surprised Harry didn't want more children. They both were only children and knew how lonely it could be. Hermione always wanted more than one kid, but she really hadn't thought about having a family for a while now. She realized she never thought about having a family or children with Richmond. Why hadn't she realized that before?
When Harry arrived home with James, she realized how late it had gotten and she should start getting home. Using the floo to avoid the reporters, she left her friends and returned to her flat. When she instantly arrived back in her flat she looked around and was dismayed to see that Richmond had not yet started to pack up his things. Everything of his was still in its place. She knew it had only been one day, but she was hopeful he would have started to do something.
Three weeks passed, and Richmond was still there. Not only was he still living there, he hadn't even started packing up any of his belongs; this really surprised Hermione, especially since he was the one that said three weeks ago "this had been over for a while". She was getting tired of dodging reporters and her ex-boyfriend that never seemed to start preparing to leave.
Everyone and everything was pushing her towards a breaking point. Not quite to the point she broke after the war, but she was aware she needed some peace. She was ready to start over, start fresh, but that was hard to do with your ex-boyfriend looming around your flat. She knew a change of scenery would do her some good. A break from it all until Richmond finally moved out. She ran upstairs to her bedroom and quickly stuffed a bag full of clothes. Before leaving she jotted a quick note to Richmond that said she would no longer be staying there while he was there and if he wasn't gone in two weeks she was throwing all of his shit out on the street. That should give him a kick in the arse to get out. She grabbed her bag and Heathcliff in his cage and headed to her fireplace, she grabbed a handful of floo powder from the bucket on the mantle but hesitated. She really didn't want to crash with the Potters for two weeks. James was a cute kid, and she loved him dearly; but she didn't think being around a toddler for two weeks was included in the break she needed, besides it wasn't fair for Harry and Ginny to entertain a houseguest on such short notice. Then, she thought about someplace, bit her lip and threw the floo powder to the ground, saying the destination clearly.
She didn't know what she was doing, or why she was going there, but her gut told her it felt right.
Thankfully, Wentworth Woodhouse was connected to the floo network. She stepped out of the fireplace and found her way to the lobby where a friendly wizard at check in smiled and welcomed her to the hotel.
Setting her belongings on the ground she "Look this is really random but you wouldn't happen to have availability for a two-week stay would you?" Hermione asked practically pleading.
The clerk frowned for a moment "Let me just check this system, we are tight, but for you Miss Granger we could defiantly work you in. Room 136 is open for that length of time. Poppy will show you to your room." Hermione let out a gasp of relief; it wasn't like she couldn't find another hotel, but she was thankful she wouldn't have to.
Poppy, a house elf, immediately apparated next to her.
"Oh I didn't know we could apparate in here, and a house elf in the open? What about the muggles?"
The clerk smiled and said, "muggles see what they want to see."
She just nodded and followed Poppy, who was now clutching her bag and owl cage, ready to lead her to her room for the next two weeks. Hermione followed Poppy down the long Hallway full of 18th-century portraits to her room. The décor was mixed with muggle and wizard paintings. She was astonished to see muggle paintings filled a hotel that Malfoy owned. If every hallway and room of the hotel had this amount of portraits she imagined there were probably over 5000 paintings, total in the entire hotel.
Finally, Poppy stopped at a door at the end of the long hallway and led Hermione in the room.
"Just call Poppy if you need anything ma'am."
"Please, Poppy let me give you a tip." Hermione pleaded before the little house elf had a chance to disapparte.
"No need ma'am, I am not allowed to take tips, it's already put in my salary but thank you." Poppy beamed up at Hermione.
Hermione frowned, "Very well, thank you, Poppy, that will be all." With that, the little elf nodded and disaaparted.
Hermione began to settle in and unpack. She glanced around, taking in the room and the view when she noticed something rather large and disturbing she somehow didn't notice when she first walked in.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me, "Poppy!" She yelled.
Poppy apparated immediately beside her. "Yes miss?"
"What is this?" She asked, clearly annoyed, pointing to the painting on the same wall as the door that she missed when she had entered the room, even though she wasn't entirely sure how that was possible.
"That is Master Malfoy, the owner of the hotel" Poppy beamed.
Annoyed, Hermione replied, "I know who it is, why is there an 8-foot painting of Malfoy in THIS room?".
"Master Malfoy was not able to find enough paintings to fill his grand hotel, so he commissioned more paintings to be created to fill up empty spaces. You are lucky enough to have one hanging in your room ma'am."
The portrait winked at her. Oh great, a wizard portrait, at that.
"Lucky isn't the word I would use, Poppy" she gritted through her teeth. "Can you take it down?" Hermione inquired practically pleading.
"No ma'am, it's magically fixed on the wall until Mr. Malfoys untimely death". Replied a confused Poppy.
How convenient, Hermione thought to herself.
"Poppy, can I have another room?"
"I'm sorry ma'am, but there are no other rooms right now."
Hermione sighed. "Of course there isn't. Poppy, I would like you to cover the painting up with a sheet". Thankfully, Poppy obeyed without question. She really didn't want to explain she didn't want a portrait of someone she knew staring at her all day and night.
After she was all settled in her room, she decided to make her way out to explore the rest of the hotel. She exited her room and followed the same path back to the lobby. She rounded the corner, heading to the lobby when she collided with someone. A shirtless, rather sweaty, someone. A shirtless, rather sweaty, Draco Malfoy. His large gorilla-like henchman standing directly behind him. Hermione groaned, although what was she expecting? He did own the hotel. Did she never expect to see him? But did he had to be shirtless?
"Oh Sorry," Draco said removing his muggle headphones from his ears not fully realizing who just ran into him. Hermione was too busy staring at his torso, slowly following his abs downward till she reached the waistband of his sweatpants, with his perfect v pointing straight down to his no, no, no her eyes shot back up finally making eye contact with him.
Finally, opening his eyes realizing who he just ran into, he looked at her in shock and noticed she hadn't said anything yet, but her mouth was gaping open. He looked down and realized what she was staring at. Draco smirked, "so my little bookworm likes what she sees, that's a start," he thought to himself.
"Hermione? What are you doing here?" obviously shocked to she her standing in the hallway of his hotel. Shocked but pleasantly surprised. Hermione blushed. She really had no idea how to answer the question specifically why she chose this hotel because she really didn't know herself.
"Just on a short holiday," Hermione replied. She nibbled on her lip, biting down on it, almost drawing blood to help her snap out of the trance he held her in.
"Well I'm glad you chose the Wentworth Woodhouse," he smirked which made her stomach do flips. That feeling probably had something to do with why she chose this hotel even if she hadn't realized it yet. He began to put on his white t-shirt over his head, noticing the lack of clothing was making her uncomfortable.
"Erm...thanks, I mustn't take up more of your time" and with that she ducked around him heading as far and fast as she could away from him.
"Wait…" He called out to her as she started to dash away from him. Bollocks. He wanted to talk to her more.
"Enjoy your stay" he yelled as she cornered the end of the hallway. Draco was flabbergasted. The one person he wanted to see more than anyone just literally ran into him and then ran away. Smirking to himself, he was glad he chose to do his workout in the hotel gym instead of his suite today. He told Bruno to wait for him in the lobby and he apparted to his room to clean up. If she was staying in his hotel, he actually had a chance. For the first time in a long time, Draco Malfoy had hope fill his chest.
When Hermione found the lobby she noticed a sign pointing to the hotel's bar. Liquor. Ah yes, that's what she needed. She wouldn't overdo it, she wouldn't get pissed. It was Sunday, and she had work in the morning, she just needed something to take the edge off, and push the butterflies out of her stomach to help her think straight. That was the issue; Malfoy just took her by surprise. But when did she ever need alcohol to get her to be coherent around a man? Alcohol is usually known for the opposite effect and bad decisions.
When she entered the lounge, she took a seat at the bar and ordered her favorite drink, a Sangria, and began to look around the room at the other guests. She noticed another familiar face in the room, Blaize Zabini, flirting with a very pretty witch, probably another hotel guest.
"Great more incredibly attractive Slytherins," she muttered to herself as she took a sip of her drink. She passed the time people watching until she realized she was really quite bored sitting there by herself. She was about to leave when she noticed Draco walk through the entrance of the lounge and she almost spit out her drink. He must have taken a shower; he was in a suit, no tie, and his hair was still slightly damp. As she watched him look around the lounge, she thought about Draco and his abs in the shower... Merlin, why was she always doing that? He looked around the room until he finally found his goal. He made eye contact with her and walked in her direction toward the bar. His gorilla stayed at the entrance way observing the room.
Shit. Shit. Shit. she thought.
"Hello again," he smiled down at her not taking a seat but preferring to stand. He probably liked the dominating effect he had over her by standing.
That suit, that smirk; He was absolutely breathtaking. It was completely unfair a man that had once been her best friend's mortal enemy was so incredibly, deliciously, attractive. The fact that he was second in their class, beneath her, was also completely arousing. Oh, beneath her, that would be a good place for him to be right now. Merlin's balls Hermione, stop doing that. Best friend's previous mortal enemy remember? Which reminded her, what did the best friend know that she didn't. At the Gala, Harry was trying to convince her Malfoy was a different person.
"Enjoying yourself?" He asked, snapping her out of her naked Malfoy in the shower daydream.
"No. Not really I was actually going to head back up to my room. I saw Blaize across the room a little while ago if you are looking for him." She turned to look in Blaize's direction. She could have sworn she saw Malfoy signal something to the bartender while her back was turned but she presumed he was ordering his own drink.
"No, I always know where Blaize is, he's always here trying to find himself a pretty face in my hotel" he found his friend from across the room, and they exchanged nods.
"I was going to ask you if you would like a tour of the place? You probably haven't seen the grounds in its entirety," He asked Hermione, almost pleading. Hermione had just admitted she was doing nothing and about to go back to her room, so she had no excuse to refuse his request. Besides, she had to admit the place was beautiful and she really would love to see more of it.
"Yea, sure I would really like that" she smiled up at him. The alcohol was definitely helping. She was leaning into him and was able to form actual sentences.
She went to motion to the bartender to close her tab out when he said "Sorry miss your tab has already been paid."
Malfoy was nowhere in sight he had already started walking out the entrance of the lounge so she couldn't give him a stern look about paying for her drinks. She knew it was him that paid the tab; she could pay her bills on her own, just fine. She forced a smile and nodded to the bartender, wordlessly thanking him for his service, and rushed to catch up with Malfoy.
Malfoy walked her through the large front doorways, outside to tour the estate and the gardens. They walked together, side by side, down the paths to the various follies. Draco ached to hold her hand. It was right there dangling next to his, begging to be held, but he resisted. He didn't want to scare her off by being too forward.
"Merlin," He thought to himself "I'm too fucking scared to hold a girl's hand." His mother would have a field day if she knew. A scene of his mother and Hermione having tea at her cottage flashed before his eyes. He wanted this to happen so badly, but he didn't know how to secure her.
They toured the Hoober stand, Keppel's Column, the Mausoleum, the needle's eye, the Bear Pit. He thought she would find everything fascinating and she did. She stood in awe, and strangely silent in front of all the decorations and buildings listening to the history Malfoy recited about it all. As she examined the architecture up close, Malfoy watched her. Merlin, she was beautiful. He noticed her wide smile when she learned something new; her brow would furrow when she examined something up close, the sparkle in the eyes when he would say something funny. Hermione was too absorbed in it all to notice how often Malfoy stared at her.
When they had completely circled the manor and Malfoy believed he showed her everything he could outside he brought her back through the grand doorways and motioned for her to follow him inside. Inside the hotel, he took her to view the vast dining hall and ballrooms which appeared to double in size when there wasn't a large crowd taking up the entire room. Malfoy discussed the history, the architecture, some of the paintings the previous residents left, leaving no stone untouched. Hermione absorbed it all in. He spoke with authority and whole-heartedness about his grand hotel.
There was so much to take in; she almost had trouble keeping up. As she followed his lead around the rooms, she occasionaly heard him say random tidbits about the hotel "once was the largest private house in the United Kingdom…"…"more than 300 rooms"…."surrounded by a 73 hectare park"… She was in awe of everything Malfoy showed her, and that he could recite all of this information, he must truly love his hotel.
She felt he was such at ease with her; he had been the one who hunted her down in the bar asking to spend time with her when she previously ran away like a scared little girl from him in the hallway. She had no idea why Malfoy unnerved her the way he did. She thought it had to do with their past, but this was a new kind of unnerving feeling. He gave her goosebumps and butterflies when he should be striking fear into her. She had unknowingly put walls up and wasn't letting him in when he was trying his damnedest to be her friend. Maybe it was time to let someone in.
"When did you purchase it?" Hermione inquired while looking up at a painting.
Her question was the first time she had spoken on their tour. Draco was amazed her voice alone could shoot straight to his crotch. He was relieved she finally spoke; he was afraid the spunky know it all she was in school was gone, defeated in the war.
He joined her underneath the portrait and asked "This portrait in particular, or the house?" he smirked down at her.
She smiled up at him, amused by his sudden cheek.
"The house, smart arse. I would imagine the painting came with the house, although I had no idea Admiral Lord Charles Beresford lived here".
Draco looked up at the painting and back down to her. He had no idea who many of the people in the paintings were, but she knew this one. He smirked; There was his little know it all. She must finally be feeling at ease with him. Thank Merlin, her intuition and intelligence made her all the more sexy, he wanted to see more of it. He didn't know how much time he would have with her and he wanted to take advantage of being with her while he could.
"You know who this old guy is?" Draco's eyes glanced up at the painting.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Draco, he was a member of parliament."
Holy shit. He's Draco now. Did she even notice she just referred to him as his given name? He could finally image her moaning his name while he plowed into her, bent over his office desk. He had tried before, but he could never get the sound quite right.
"Forgive me, if I don't know every member of parliament from the past 100 years, Hermione" he replied closing his gaping mouth. Hopefully, she noticed he also used her given name.
"Well, I don't think I know all of them either but I read he got into a fight about his mistress with the Prince of Wales" Hermione smirked returning her gaze of the portrait of the stern old man.
"It's always over a woman, isn't it?" Draco whispered close to her ear, watching Hermione's features for a response.
Hermione closed her eyes trying to cover up the shiver his breath sent through her body.
"I would think it would always be about love" Hermione countered.
Love? That's what Hermione Granger wanted; Draco could handle that if she let him. Sweet Salazar Slytherin, this is what he knew his life had been missing. Conversations about things other than parties, and shopping and the other trivial bullshit his previous consorts yapped about it. He was immensely happy he convinced the Ministry to throw their party at his hotel.
Finally answering her original question, he stated, "It had been on the market for some time. It went on the market in '98 and stayed there, I purchased it after I got of Azkaban in 2000. I got it for a steal" he winked at her.
Somehow, she believed Malfoy's idea of a steal was much different than her own. She was also taken back that he could calmly talk about Azkaban.
After viewing the main part of the manor, he maneuvered them down past a door marked "Employees Only" he motioned her to follow him "I just need to check in with my secretary to make sure I haven't blown off anything too important." Hermione realized how busy he must be, running a hotel and he just spent the last two hours giving a guest a private tour.
"Oh if you were busy you didn't have to spend your entire evening with me. A house elf could have given me the tour". She suddenly felt guilty for taking up all his time.
"Nonsense, it was my idea," Malfoy said trying to ease her concerns.
When they reached what she assumed was Malfoy's office she was surprised to see his secretary was a very flamboyant gay man. She assumed he would have had a beautiful twit as a secretary. She really needed to stop making accusations about this man; he had continued to surprise her throughout the night.
"Where have you been?" The man behind the desk fumed when he saw Malfoy approach.
"I'm sorry Sebastian; it won't happen again. Time got away from me. Hermione this is Sebastian, my secretary, and a life saver."
"Time got away from you, did it?" Sebastian smirked at Draco but looking at Hermione.
Draco smirked at his blatant friend and bit his tongue in an effort not to laugh. He didn't want Hermione to think this happened often with guests of his hotel.
"I just need to grab a few things, come on in." Draco made for the door motioning for Hermione to follow him.
Sebastian and Hermione smiled and shook hands before she followed Malfoy into his office, the heavy door fell, shutting behind her.
The room looked exactly like she imagined it would; his large black desk overlooked the entire office in the center of the room, all the upholstery in the room was leather, a large fire roaring, massive ceiling to floor bookshelves filled with books. All that was missing from the room to make it look complete was a polar bear skin rug in front of the fireplace, and a huge dominating painting of himself hanging above it. Funny enough she knew where he could get one.
Draco was flipping through paperwork on his desk when he said "If you need anything during your stay you can apparate directly to Sebastian's desk. Sebastian will ensure you find me or your taken care of" without looking away from his paperwork.
"Thanks" was all that she could muster. Why would she need to find him? After he had finished looking at his paperwork, he walked over to Hermione.
"Can I ask you a question?" Not waiting for her reply "Why this hotel?" She frowned. She was hoping this wouldn't come up.
"I don't know honestly. I had such a great time at the Gala, and I just needed to get out of the flat. I just found myself coming here." Draco nodded, this seemed to be a good enough answer to satisfy his curiosity.
He knew their time together had come to a close. There was no other reason he could think of that would get her to stay. It was now or never.
"Hermione…would you like to…."
Suddenly, Hermione reached for him; she grabbed him by his white dress shirt, spun him around, and forced him back against the wall. For a moment, Draco wracked his brain for what he did to cause her to hex him; he was about to apologize for whatever he did when he realized she was slowly raising up closer to him on point from her tippy toes. He stared at her mouthwatering lips realizing they were puckering and getting closer to his. When he could no longer take the torment of her body so close to his, her lips finally placed a delicate kiss on his.
Draco melted against the wall. Her lips were soft; her kiss reminded him of fire whiskey, lightning, and insanity. Just that delicate touch made him want to get lost in her. All night he had restrained himself, so much so she had to make the first move. She, Hermione Granger, was interested in him, former death eater, Draco Malfoy. He could feel his heart beat up his throat and out of his chest.
"I was going to ask you to dinner, but this..this.. this is good too" he smirked letting his hands rest on her hips.
Hermione spit out a good hard laugh. "Just good?" she bit her lip.
Holy Merlin, when did she learn to flirt? She could barely mutter two words to the man at the beginning of the night, and now here she was throwing herself on him. She could blame it on the alcohol, but it had all left her system by now; she had barely finished her drink almost two and half hours ago. All the sexual tension that had formed between the two had finally come to a head, and Hermione couldn't take it anymore. The fact she knew what he was hiding under that suit probably helped matters along. She hadn't had a good hard fuck in a long time, and she needed Draco to make the last three boring years she spent with ohwhatshisface dissolve.
Here he thought he would scare her off by being too forward. He was amazed she continued to surprise him.
"You and that dress is all I have thought about since that damn Gala" he confessed to her.
His truthfulness was all it took. She shut her brain off from telling her all the reasons she shouldn't and let her body take over. She pushed her tongue in, invading his mouth, and he let her tongue dance against his. Dear Merlin, please let him be as good as Dream Malfoy. His tongue finally met her intensity and sucked it back. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Thank Merlin, he was just as good as Dream Malfoy. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him in closer. Both of his hands roamed down to her arse squeezing her cheeks into the palm of his hands, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. There was no going back for either of them.
He tore his mouth away from hers, desperate for air, letting his lips find their way to her neck sucking and scraping her skin until he reached the fabric of her shirt. This moment was exactly what they both wanted, needed. Hermione tried to control her breathing, but her chest rising was just turning Draco on more.
"There's one place in your Grand Hotel you haven't shown me yet, Mr. Malfoy" he stopped the kiss he was leaving on her neck and lifted his head, to meet her eyes, and gave her a confused look.
"Your room" she smiled hoping he would get the idea.
