"Miss Granger, he's ready for you."

Hermione stood up, dreading every step she took closer to his office, but really she didn't have a choice. If she didn't get her kinks worked out there was no way the Auror's would let her continue to work on the front lines - and there was no way Hermione Jean Granger was going to sit and do office work.

So she trudged into the room, furnished only with a massage table, a chair, a small desk, and a curtain where she would get changed behind.

She went and sat down on the massage table, her feet dangling off the edge, and a few moments later he walked in.

"Well hello Granger."

She took a deep breath and looked up, "Hello Malfoy."

"I heard they were sending you here to see me, but I didn't think you'd actually show up." he said with a smirk.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said, "I like my job. If that means I sit here and let you torment me for the next hour, so be it."

Malfoy nodded and walked over to the desk, sitting down in the chair and typing a few things into the computer, before he stood up.

"You can get changed, and I'll be right back." he said, surprisingly professional.

Hermione simply nodded and watched as he left.

Without putting too much thought into it she stripped out of her clothes - everything but her underwear - and got on the table on her stomach, pulling the towel around herself.

Malfoy was back within five minutes, and since she was looking down she could only see his perfectly polished shoes.

"So what seems to be the problem?"

"I was in an accident a few weeks ago, and I messed up my back."

"Ah, yes. I read about that. Any other problems besides that?" he asked.

She shook her head, "No, that's it."

He nodded, "Well then let me work my magic."

Hermione couldn't resist the urge to laugh, but since she tried to stifle it, it came off as a strangled cough.

"You're not doubting me are you Granger? I am the best masseur there is." he said confidently.

"No, of course not. I doubt they would send me here if you weren't."

He busied himself getting his oils set up, and when he returned to her side he said, "You're going to have to move the towel down Granger."

She forced back her groan and did as he asked, moving the towel so it was in the middle of her back, but Malfoy pulled it down further, stopping just before her arse.

"Malfoy -"

"You're back is the problem right? I can't really massage you through a towel." he said, amusement in his voice.

Hermione sighed, "Fine,"

But every rude thought left her mind as soon as his hands touched her skin.

His hands were strong and firm, and he seemed to know exactly how much pressure to place where. He smoothed the oil over her soft, smooth skin, and began massaging down from her shoulder blades.

He worked lower, using his thumbs to move up her spine, and then using the balls of his hands to massage out from there.

"Does that feel okay?" he asked, his voice a bit huskier than normal.

Hermione nodded, while trying to bite back her groan of pleasure. Malfoy had most definitely chosen a good profession for himself.

Malfoy would be loath to admit it out loud, but seeing Hermione like this quite the turn on.

He added more oil and slid his hands up her sides, grazing the sides of her breasts, which caused her to let out a soft moan.

Malfoy instantly felt his trousers tighten, and shifted how he was standing to try to alleviate some of the tension.

"Do you feel any less tension now?" he asked, his voice sounding strange, even to his ears.

She nodded, "Yeah, it's basically as good as new. You really are good."

He chuckled, "Well you've still got thirty minutes, Granger. What do you want to do?"

She bit her lip in concentration, and then flipped over, pulling the towel up with her, so she could look at his face, "I don't know Malfoy. You're the expert."

He smirked, "I could give you the full body massage, on the house of course."

She snorted, "Please, because I want you touching all over me - like you want to be touching all over me."

"The Aurors sent you here to feel better right?" he questioned, eyebrow raised.

"Well yes -"

"And what way to feel completely better, than a full body massage?"

"I don't know about this..."

"Loosen up Granger. I'm good at what I do, you said so yourself."

She let out a deep breath, because he was right. He was good at what he did - extremely good.

"Fine, what do you want me to do?"

"Depends. Do you feel comfortable without the towel?"

A fierce blush rose to her cheeks, but she tried to act unaffected. Malfoy saw this everyday. It was his job.

"If that makes it easier for you." she said simply.

"No towel then." he said, surprising her again by his professionalism.

She slid the towel off and immediately closed her eyes, no wanting to see his face, because even as independent as she was, laying in front of Malfoy in just her panties wasn't something she was all too comfortable with.

Malfoy took a deep breath and tried to clear his head, because seeing Hermione like this was definitely messing with his head.

He squirted some oil onto his hands and then started at her shoulders, working down towards the outside of her breasts. He was testing her reaction to certain things, because he was curious just how far she would let him go.

He had plenty of female clientele that wanted the full treatment, and if the were attractive he wasn't shy about giving it to them, and with Hermione...well she was definitely attractive.

He moved his hands around her breasts and down her smooth stomach, and a short giggle escaped her pink lips.

"Sorry," she said quickly, her eyes opening to find Malfoy looking at her with an amused expression.

"Ticklish?"

She nodded slowly, "Yeah."

"I'll be more careful." he said, focusing his eyes back at his hands.

She closed her eyes, and soon enough she was relaxed again. Somehow Malfoy had figured out how to slide his hands over her stomach without resulting in an awkward giggle.

He slid his hands back up, moving around her breasts yet again, and then working down her arms slowly, taking each of her delicate hands in his and massaging them.

This time when he slid his hands up her stomach, he moved over her breasts as well and he noticed her bite her lip.

"Too much?"

She shook her head, "Um, no, uh...it's fine."

He smirked to himself at her awkwardness - he did do this for a living - and proceeded massaging her breasts.

He could feel her nipples get hard, and he groaned inwardly, his pants tightening even more.

He slowly slid his hands down her stomach again, moving down her right leg.

He slowly massaged her calves, moving up her thighs, and the closer he got to her panties the more she seemed to squirm.

"If this is uncomfortable for you Granger -"

"That's not exactly the word I'd use." she muttered.

He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What was that?"

She opened her eyes and tilted her head to look at him, "I said, 'that's not exactly the word I'd use'."

"What word would you use then?" he asked, shifting her legs so he could massage her inner thighs.

She bit her lip and took a deep breath before saying, "Tempting."

"Tempting?" he repeated with a chuckle, "Tempting how, Granger?"

She snorted, "Please, like you don't know what you're doing. I'm not stupid Malfoy."

He chuckled, "I'm doing my job."

"Last I checked, that didn't involve trailing your fingers over my panties."

He trailed his thumb along the waistband of her panties, causing her to take a sharp breath and look down at him.

"You've really changed since school, Granger."

"So have you." she said, holding his intense silver gaze.

"Well," he said, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, "Do you want me to continue?"

The rational part of her brain was screaming at her to get up that instant but the part of her that was craving adventure told her to stay exactly where she was.

"Yeah, I do." she said with a smirk.

A seductive glint entered his eyes, and he slid her underwear off her.

He bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself in check, and poured some oil onto his hands again.

He slid his hands back up her thighs, spreading her legs as he did so. He did groan when he noticed how wet she already was.

"Fucking hell, Granger."

He moved his thumb over clit, and her hips jerked up, and she moaned softly.

He moved one hand to her thigh, massaging the smooth skin there, while his other hand was still stroking her clit.

"Oh Merlin," she said, biting her lip.

He chuckled and moved his hand down, sliding a long and dreadfully skilled finger inside her wet pussy.

She did moan, rather loudly this time, and he flicked his hand at the door, casting a silencing charm.

He added another finger and curved them up, hitting her g-spot repeatedly, and she moaned again, her walls beginning to flutter around his fingers.

He leaned forward, taking her clit into his mouth, and she arched her back, coming around his fingers.

He continued pumping his fingers in and out of her until her walls had stopped fluttering.

Her breathing was fast, and Malfoy smirked, clearly satisfied with himself.

She sat up, pulling the towel over herself, but didn't say anything - until she noticed the noticeable bulge in his pants.

"When do you get off work?"

He chuckled, "Well I could leave now..."

She smirked, "Good, because it seems that my hour is up, but I'd love to continue this."

"As would Miss Granger." he said, taking a step closer to her.

She rolled her eyes, grabbed his tie, and yanked him into a kiss.

Oh yes, he was definitely a very good masseur.