Disclaimer: I own nothing, all credit to J.K Rowling for the creation of the Harry Potter universe. I just found a plot for this ship.

Warning: There is an M rating for a reason. The story will NOT contain rape or sexual violence. Lemons and fluff expected. Basically what you would expect from most romance novels nowadays.
There will also be the use of profanity.

Music speaks to my muse.
This chapters song was: Little Lovin', Lissie
Lyric of choice: I got a lotta lovin', I gotta lotta lovin' in my heart.

Lemons and Fluff ahead.

Grammarly is my beta: 7-17

Charmed to You

Chapter 17
A Desk Works

Draco sat in the Weasley's back garden with Goyle drinking the fire whiskey he had had Niffy bring over after dinner. Mr. Weasley had joined them for a bit before he had gotten an urgent owl from the ministry and buggered off. The girls were inside working on Ginny's dress, which Mrs. Weasley was apparently making for her daughter.

Draco shook his head at how silly that seemed and glanced sideways at Goyle who was just staring out into space. "So, Ginny Weasley, huh?"

Goyle shifted his gaze up to his and shrugged. "Yes," he said shortly.

Draco snorted into his glass. Goyle always had been a bloke of few words. "What did your father say?"

Goyle shook his head. "I didn't tell him. He's in Azkaban anyway. Not like he will ever meet her. I am not taking her there."

Draco gave a short nod, yeah, he wouldn't take Hermione there either.

Goyle gave a long tired sigh. "She's amazing. She just, is so full of life, I was giving up you know. This marriage charm thing, I thought why not just try? What did I have to lose really? And when I found out it was her, I told her right off that she could back out, I would take the blame for it, but she looked at me, Draco, me! I can't explain it but it was like she saw right down to my soul."

Draco snorted but secretly agreed; damn he felt that way about Hermione sometimes too; like when she looked at him she was laying him bare.

"And she told me that if I didn't wish to marry her that was my right, but that she wasn't going to let me say she didn't wish to marry me! And then she sat there all night just talking to me, sent her dad away and everything. Merlin, Draco she gives me hope."

Draco nodded slowly. "Wow, mate, never thought to hear you talk like this."

Goyle nodded rubbing the back of his head with his large hand. "I know I ain't the best looking wizard, and the things I done, I don't deserve her. I got no family to offer her and she doesn't seem to care a fig about my galleons," Goyle shook his head and took a sip of his drink. "But I think I am in love with her."

Draco sat back in shock. Gregory Goyle wasn't lying. Draco had known him long enough to be able to spot a lie on his friend's lips and every bit of what he said rang with truth." "Merlin Goyle, you've turned into a right pansy on me, haven't you?"

Goyle gave him a long look. "Like you're any better. You and Granger."

Draco shifted. "Yeah, well I am not spouting poetry about her."

Goyle grunted. "Yet."

Draco smirked and sat back crossing his legs at the ankles. "We will see," he said imperiously.

A chuckle was all he got out of that.

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Later that night as he sat in his study finishing up some work Draco thought about what Goyle had said, about feeling like there was hope. Draco felt that way too now. He thought about all that had happened in the last decade, all the things he had done, the things he hadn't, how black his soul was.

Damn, but he didn't deserve someone as pure as Hermione was. He rubbed his hand over his Hermione mood ring and thought back to a few hours ago, escorting her back from the Burrow, tucking her in bed because she couldn't keep her eyes open. When had he ever done something like that? Worried about another person the way he spent his entire day worrying about her. Did she eat? Did she stay up too late reading that book on some random ministry law she had decided to learn backward and forwards? What was she doing? And then if his ring went off he would sometimes find himself in a mild panic attack. Like today when he had shown up and then his ring had flashed with her panic and she was under all those baskets. He had bloody seen red thinking someone had attacked her.

He leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose. Merlin everything about that tricky witch made him a bit obsessive. He itched when he was away from her. A knock sounded on his study door and he looked up.

"Hi."

He frowned standing up. "I thought you were asleep."

She shrugged pushing her long hair out of her face. "I was, but I woke up because it got cold."

Draco grunted. "Sorry," he said with a smile.

After all those years of sleeping in a dungeon, he found that he couldn't stand sleeping in a room that wasn't rather cold to most people.

Hermione smiled and allowed him to wrap her in his arms. She was yawning but looking at his desk curiously. "Are those Muggle books?"

Draco looked over at his desk and nodded. "Hmm, yes. I am studying what they call the internet. The Ministry Muggle Tech department wants my advice on some things. Muggles are getting rather inventive lately, they can't keep up."

He watched as she nodded her brow scrunched up, he smiled as he waited. Next, she would bite her lip, and then shake her head, and tomorrow he would find that she stole his books so that she could read up on what he was talking about. His little witch hated not understanding something.

"The Internet. My mum was talking about that."

Draco nodded. "It's all the rage, apparently. But, you should be in bed; you've had early mornings this week."

She yawned. "I know! It's been a nightmare at work. Are you coming to bed soon?"

Draco shrugged. "I have to finish this actually, I have a few projects going on that are taking up all my free time."

Hermione let out a little giggle. "Why do I feel that I just got lumped in with the projects and not the free time?"

He growled and swooped in to nibble her neck. "Oh, you are a project for sure, love. Now go back to bed and quit distracting me." As he said that though his ring burned and he felt her desire wash over him.

"Shite!"

She giggled. "Take it off if you don't want to know."

He growled and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing a trail from her neck to her jaw. She tilted her head back, hands on his shoulders and let out a little moan.

Bullocks it was always like this! One burn of her desire and he went a bit mad. He shoved the books off his desk and set her down on it, tearing at her robe and hissing as he got a good look at her nightgown tonight. It was a silky contraption of silver that barely covered her breasts and ended at the top of her thighs. Muggle gowns that he was seriously considering buying stock in. He couldn't get enough of the things on her. She hissed and leaned back, allowing him to push the gown up and then crying out as he pulled the strap to the side and sucked on her beaded nipple.

"Draco!"

He grinned at her wanton little cry. She always did that, crying out his name as he suckled her. He shifted and ripped at his own clothing, tearing his shirt off and tossing it aside. Immediately her hands came up to stroke his chest. She sat up and he ripped himself away from her lovely nipple to yank at her clothing. He hissed as he heard the tell tale rip of her damn gown. He always managed to ruin them, thank heavens he could use magic to fix them or his little firecracker of a wife might be upset with him. As it was she didn't even blink as she yanked at his trousers, trying to divest him of the rest of his clothes.

With a grunt, he reached around her to grab his wand and then hissed out the necessary spells at his study door. The door flew closed and he tossed down his wand to yank Hermione's head back by her hair so he could bite at her throat. Her breathing was coming out in pants and her delicate little hands were yanking at his dick, pulling him into her softness.

"Greedy little thing," he hissed against her throat, biting at her pulse as he moved back down to her now bare chest.

She moaned. "Yes, I am."

He chuckled and sucked her nipple back into his mouth, rolling it around as he dipped his hand down her body and tangled his fingers in her damp folds.

"And so wet, aren't we?"

She sighed shifting her hips as his fingers plucked at her clit. When one finger stretched up into her she gave a gasping keeling moan and used her legs to pull him into her.

"Draco, I can't wait."

He chuckled. "You always say that baby, and yet it never changes my course."

She groaned as he pushed her hands away from him and moved his head down her body.

"I missed dessert tonight, Hermione. What do you think I should do about that?"

She looked at him through half open eyes swimming in desire as he nibbled at her stomach. Slowly, not breaking eye contact he pushed her down so that she lay on his desk and fell to his knees on the plush carpet. With great care, he parted her folds and made a long swipe of his tongue up her wet center.

"So sweet," He murmured softly, sucking on her distended clit as she gasped and cried out. "So responsive." She wiggled and he grinned grabbing his wand again. "So unable to keep still!"

She gasped as he used magic to immobilize her lower half and then growled moving down to suck her clit hard into his mouth.

"Draco!" She yelled her hands yanking at his hair.

He smiled, yes, his little witch was a project that he was perfectly happy to work on all night long.

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Hermione rolled her head on the hard desk beneath her and let out another long pitiful sounding moan. Draco was going to be the death of her. What that man could do with his tongue. She pulled at his hair, biting her lip to keep from begging him to finish her. He always loved getting her right to the breaking point, backing off, and then heating her back up again. And that blasted ring he wore was his guide. Until she felt genuine discomfort he wouldn't stop, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't trick the thing.

He was fingering her as he sucked her clit like a man starved. She couldn't move her lower half into his fingers more because he had her immobilized. Her hands caught his wand and she gasped, grabbing it. Ha! She threw off the counter curse yanked him up and used her legs to pull his lower half to her while he glared at her.

"Did you just use my wand, you sneaky little witch?"

She hissed as she wiggled to set his cock at her entrance. "Yes, I did. Draco, get inside me!"

She heard his own small hiss and then she gasped as he slammed inside of her, hard. "Oh, Hermione, you will pay for that." He whispered into her ear, she shivered and felt her desire for him triple. She knew his ring had to be burning with it as she clamped around him, bathing him in cream.

He pulled out and set a fast hard pace. He was usually a tender lover after he had tortured her that is, but she could tell tonight that he had gone wild. His hands were rougher, his strokes deeper, and his eyes held all kinds of wicked promises. She threw her head back arching her back and tried to brace herself as best she could but it wasn't enough!

Suddenly he pulled out of her and she gave a moan of shock. But he wasn't stopping, instead, he pulled her down and turned her around, shoving her front down onto the desk as he pulled her up so that her waist was on his arm and she felt him nudging her from behind.

She was mindless; she didn't fight him as he shoved himself into her, so deep, so very deep. Her hands fisted on the desk and she gasped as he continued his pace. It was rather manic and so very hot.

Her breasts scrapped against his desk, her nipples hardened by the friction and when he slipped a finger into her folds to flick her clit as he pounded into her she screamed out her desire.

He grunted. "Yes, that's it, let me hear you. Merlin, Hermione you should see how hot this looks."

She believed him; they had to make a rather seductive sight right now. She felt her release building until suddenly it burst inside of her, she screamed again, his name and heard him grunt and then moan hers as he went right along with her. Hermione gasped for breath as he fell over her and then winced as his weight made the hard wood underneath her very uncomfortable.

He shifted lifting himself up and then pulled out of her. "Sorry, baby."

She sighed as she felt him shifting them and then she was turned around and picked up, cradled in his arms.

She yawned, utterly exhausted now and he gave a short laugh. "Little minx, come to tempt me. I still have a few hours of work."

She shook her head, knowing that he wasn't really upset at her for tempting him into what they had just done on his desk. But she felt a small burst of loneliness move through her as he carried her into their room and put her back to bed.

He sighed and kissed her, her eyes, her cheeks, her nose. "I know, get some rest."

Hermione rolled over once he had left and then allowed sleep to claim her. She missed him. It was such a sad simple thing. Even though she was awake by seven in the morning he was usually already gone. He never was in bed before midnight most nights.

She had known that he was a busy man, but she hadn't realized how much she would bloody miss him all the time.

Notes:
Goyle is in love and Draco, understands? Well, that is rather unexpected.
And Hermione is indeed a minx to use the ring against him that way! I would high five her if I could.

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