Set after Deathly Hallows, exempting the last chapter… just because that's not the way that I roll. :

Disclaimer: All characters and such belong to J.K. Rowling… I just like to make up my own plots.

Chapter 5: Take Your Pants Off

Ron knew he was being an idiot. He knew that he should have just kept his mouth shut and let her have her way with him. He wanted to, so badly, but he knew there was something wrong. He knew that she was falling for someone else. He just couldn't stomach that it was for Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy!" Ron shouted, seeing Malfoy getting ready to head down to the Department of Mysteries.

He turned slowly and looked at him, annoyed. "Yes, Weasley?"

"Should I congratulate you or pummel you?" Ron huffed.

Malfoy scrunched his face in mock deliberation. "I much prefer the former."

"Why her? Out of every girl that wants in your pants, why her?" Ron asked, toning down just a bit. "She broke up with me yesterday. Because of you. Did you seduce her? Did you try for this?"

"Trust me when I say that I didn't mean to fall for her, it just happened," Malfoy answered honestly.

"Bollocks! You aren't a commitment kind of guy. You're a one-night stand type of guy. You know that Hermione deserves better!" Ron was shouting again.

Malfoy grabbed him and pulled him into a vacant hall. "Listen, Weasel, you can say what you want, but don't think for one second that I don't care about her, that I don't want her to be happy," Draco hissed.

Ron looked at Draco's face intently, trying to find a thread of falseness. He found nothing. "If you think that I'm going to sit back and allow you to woo her, you are much mistaken."

"Vice versa," Malfoy retorted.

"Drackie?"

Malfoy closed his eyes and clenched his fists in a mixture of disgust and anger. "Pansy."

Ron choked back a snort of laughter. "I'll leave you two alone."

"Ronald?"

Ron whipped around. "Hermione!"

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked.

"I—I came to see you. I wanted to… apologize," Ron stammered.

"Say what you will, but I am not forgiving you," Hermione glowered. You're the reason for my hangover, she thought angrily.

Now Draco was the one to suppress a snort of laughter. "Good morning, Hermione," he said after composing himself.

"Good morning, Draco," Hermione smiled brightly at him, remembering last night. Draco grinned right back at her.

"Um, excuse me, Granger, but I need to speak with my husband." Pansy grabbed his arm, but he shrugged her off.

"Ex-husband, Pansy. Ex-husband," Draco corrected her and gave Hermione an embarrassed look.

Hermione felt very awkward. "How about we all save the talking for later and we go to work because I'm late and I promised my boss that I wouldn't be late. It just so happens that my boss is late himself."

"Very true," Draco smiled at Hermione.

"But… but," Pansy sputtered.

"Later," Draco warned her, knowing that she would make a scene.

Hermione and Draco walked through the door, leaving two angry and shocked faces behind. Hermione began to laugh as soon as the door was shut behind them, mainly just because she didn't know what to say. She suddenly felt herself being pressed against the cold stone wall with Draco's breath on her neck.

"That was definitely sexy what you did out there," Draco breathed, kissing the nape of her neck.

"I only did that so I could do this…" Hermione planted a fiery kiss on his.

Draco slipped his tongue into her mouth and allowed a witty battle of tongues to take place. Draco pulled away slightly and smiled at her.

"I won," Hermione gloated, then her face fell. "Draco, we had that meeting this morning with our branch and the Ministry Board. You were supposed to give your proposals and inventory and such."

"Oh, shit," Draco cursed and grabbed her hand. "Let's go." Halfway through their jog, Draco looked over at her. "You did get inventory done, right?"

Hermione pulled a manila folder from her bag. "Of course."

He kissed her quickly on the cheek. "Excellent," he replied and burst through the doors and entered the board meeting with the myriad of people.

Hermione and Draco took their seats next to each other around the gigantic table.

"Glad to see that you showed up," Kingsley Shacklebolt scoffed.

"Sorry Mr. Shacklebolt," Draco apologized.

Hermione bowed her head to hide the smile that crept on her face. Draco was acting so 'corporate' and it definitely turned her on. She slid her hand onto his thigh. Draco jumped and his knees hit the table with a very loud thump. Hermione bowed her head again and giggled. Everyone was looking at him.

"Sorry," Draco corrected the situation. "My chair was acting up. We're all good."

"All right," some old man stood up. "Our first order of business is to vote on whether or not to shut down the Department of Experimental Magic after what happened to dear Rose Gleason, may she rest in peace."

Hermione slid her hand further towards his groan, rubbing it gently. She could see Draco's hands ball into fists. "God yes!" Draco growled through gritted teeth.

Again, everyone stared at him. "God yes, I agree that we should shut the department down. Dear Rose…" Draco trailed and quickly sought out Hermione's hand to get her to stop.

Hermione finally gave up and brought her hands to rest on her inventory folder.

"All right," the old man spoke again. "Now that that is all settled. Ms. Granger, do you have your inventory census for us?"

"Yes I do," Hermione opened her folder. That's when Draco slipped his hand under her skirt and began stroking in between her legs. "Oh my God," Hermione breathed and dipped her head back in ecstasy.

"What, did you forget the papers?" the old man asked.

"No, no," Hermione replied. "They're right he-eeeeeeeeere," Hermione moaned as Draco quickened his strokes. "Could we… reschedule this… meeting?" Reschedule for after I rip into him.

"Oh," the old man pondered. "I suppose that's all right. You both seem flustered."

"Yes," Hermione sucked in her breath at the intensity that she was feeling.

The old man looked around at all the faces in agreement. "All right, meeting adjourned."

Draco's hand withdrew just as Hermione shot up out of her chair. She grabbed Draco's tie and pulled him within inches of her face. "Meet me in your office in fifteen—no, ten minutes and screw all that rebound, taking your time bull shit, got it? I'm yours. Are you mine?" she asked in a devilish whisper.

"Yes," Draco replied simply. "But I still want to take it slow, you know, I don't want to be idle in this relationship then all of a sudden have it take off."

"Oh, Draco, love, the only thing you're going to be taking off is your pants," Hermione purred and stepped away from him. "Ten minutes!" she yelled over her shoulder.